"Have you ever thought about the day of your passing?"
Daffodils, their voices, kept on haunting me despite my shield of ignorance.
"One of the most painful betrayal."
"Your confidence is nothing but a slow and insidious killer."
"No matter how you prepare, no matter how you control and brainwash others, there will always be a way where your being can be ruined."
"They will put you in a stake, hanged and showcased to the world beyond."
"There will be no day where your flesh lies flat, for it has been consumed but fate and ire."
The sight of a remnant of what should be an impossible mortality, have claimed a string within my heart like it has been ripped from its cord.
It reminded me that no matter how tall I reached.
"Your end is inevitable."
I might still end up falling.
"This is quite the sight, don't you think?"
The air was suffocating.
Not in the way heat choked or pressure crushed—but in the way reality itself recoiled, as if resisting our very presence.
