Sometimes… I let myself fall. Willingly. Calmly. Absent. Into nothingness. Like one surrenders to a cold bed, without motion, without complaint, simply hoping… not to have to get up again. I didn't fall to die. I fell to disappear. To slowly fade, without noise, without drama. So that the world, at last, would let me sink into pure oblivion.
But those fucking vines… They came for me. Always. They arrived slowly. Without haste. Without force. Without violence. With that lukewarm insistence. That fluid, persistent vegetal presence. That organic tenderness I wanted to vomit. Because it didn't judge me. Because it didn't yield. Because it held me… as if I were still worth it.
Sometimes, I stopped. Without reason. Without trigger. Just… because the void called a little louder than usual. So I looked at the abyss. For a long time. I stared at it. Without challenge. Without fear. Just… eyes open to something that never responded.
