Gentle Death

TW: You die. Full stop. There isn't any way to sugarcoat it

On a remote, storm-lashed mountainside, one soul faces the quiet unraveling of life. As frost gnaws at flesh and the wind howls like a mourning god, the only warmth left is resolve—the final ember of a will that refused to break. But even the strongest wills falter. Even the fiercest hearts fall still.

Inspired by All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham.

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