|Luna Moore|
Darkness.
It stretches endlessly in every direction, thick and suffocating, as if the entire universe has been swallowed by an abyss. There's no air, no ground beneath me, no sense of up or down. Just... nothing.
I don't feel my body. I don't feel pain. I don't feel anything.
Am I dead?
The thought drifts through my mind like a whisper on the wind, faint and distant. A part of me hopes that I am. That I've finally escaped. That all the noise, the suffering, the unbearable weight of existing is over.
Maybe this is what death feels like.
A quiet, endless void.
A place where you simply cease to be.
But then... why does it feel like I'm waiting?
Like something—someone—is keeping me tethered to a world I don't want to return to?
A sound pierces the silence.
Soft. Famil
