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  Beneath the tree, the world decays, A soul gives in, the darkness stays. No hope remains, no path to mend, Just silence now, a welcomed end.

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  The scream that tore through my throat was the st sound I remember before silence consumed me. The kind of silence that presses down on you, heavy and suffocating, as if the entire world is holding its breath. I don’t remember falling to the ground, but I must have, because the next thing I knew, I was here.

  The oak tree loomed above me, its once-familiar branches now twisted and bare. The air was heavy, thick with a suffocating heat that clung to my skin. I sat beneath the tree, knees pulled to my chest, staring out at a ndscape I could no longer recognize.

  "Look around," a voice hissed, low and insidious. "Your sanctuary is nothing but ash."

  This pce… my sanctuary, my refuge… it was dying.

  The tall grass, once golden and alive, now withered and bckened, curling inward like ash. The sky, once warm and comforting, bled red, its hue deepening into something sinister. Even the air itself seemed to groan, a low, mournful sound that seeped into my bones.

  "You did this." The whisper came from nowhere and everywhere at once, threading through the groaning air. "You destroy everything you touch."

  I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just… sat there.

  But even in my stillness, I could feel it. The darkness. It wasn’t just around me… it was inside me, coiling like a serpent, tightening with every passing moment.

  "Why fight it? You know it’s always been there."

  I tried to close my eyes, to block it all out, but the images came anyway.

  I saw my past life, the one I never asked to remember. The cold, empty house that was supposed to be my home. The mother who barely acknowledged my existence. The father who never cared unless he had something cruel to say. The orphanage, where loneliness followed me like a shadow, and the school, where every smile directed my way felt hollow, forced.

  "They never cared for you."

  "You were nothing to them. Invisible. Worthless."

  I was always alone. Unwanted. Unloved.

  A bitter ugh bubbled up in my throat, but I swallowed it down. No, that wasn’t entirely true, was it? In this new life. This cruel, twisted second chance. I had something different. I had them.

  "Ah, yes, the fleeting lie of love," the voices mocked, their tone both sharp and cruel. "And where are they now?"

  I saw their faces now, clear as day. My mother’s gentle smile. The warmth of her embrace, the way her hands brushed my hair as she sang me to sleep. My father’s ughter, the way his voice filled the room like sunlight breaking through a storm. And… her. My friend. My first real friend. Her ughter, her kindness, her unwavering belief that I mattered.

  But that was all gone now, wasn’t it?

  "Burned. Dead. Because of you."

  My chest tightened as the memories twisted, morphing into something darker. I saw the fire, the blood, the screams. I saw their faces contorted in pain, their hands reaching for me as the world burned around us. I saw the lifeless eyes of the people I loved, the people who loved me, staring back at me.

  "You don’t remember, do you?" one voice whispered, soft and teasing. "But you know it’s true. You killed them."

  My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms.

  "You destroy everything you touch."

  I could still feel the warmth of my mother’s love, could still hear her voice telling me I was her everything. But what good was love if it always ended in ashes? What good was anything if it could be so easily ripped away?

  A ugh escaped me then, sharp and bitter, like gss shattering in the dark.

  "Go on, ugh. You know the truth."

  I was a fool to think I could ever be loved. In my past life, I was a ghost, invisible and forgotten. And in this life, I was nothing more than a cruel joke, a fleeting moment of happiness before the universe reminded me of what I really was.

  "Broken."

  "Unworthy."

  "Unloved."

  The ughter came again, louder this time, spilling out of me in waves. It was hysterical, uncontrolble, echoing through the dying ndscape around me.

  The oak tree groaned above me, its branches twisting further, almost as if reacting to the sound. The ground beneath me cracked and split, dark veins spreading out like a disease. The once-still air seemed to hum with energy, the low whispers growing louder, more insistent.

  "Let go," they urged, seductive now, their tones softening. "Stop fighting. Stop hurting."

  "We can take the pain away. All you have to do is let us in."

  I threw my head back, staring up at the blood-red sky, and ughed until my throat burned, until tears streamed down my face, until my chest ached with the force of it.

  "That’s it," they purred. "You were always meant to fall."

  And then, as suddenly as it started, the ughter stopped.

  I lowered my head, breathing heavily, the sound of my own ragged breaths filling the silence.

  I was done.

  Done fighting. Done hoping. Done pretending there was anything left for me but this.

  The darkness within me uncoiled, stretching out like a predator finally freed from its cage. It seeped into every corner of my mind, filling the cracks and crevices with its cold, suffocating weight.

  "Yes. Let us in."

  And I let it.

  "Good. You’re finally seeing the truth."

  "There’s nothing left for you but us."

  Because what else was there? What else could there ever be?

  The whispers in the air grew louder, a cacophony of voices that seemed to echo my own thoughts, my own despair. They told me what I already knew: that love was a lie, that hope was a trap, that pain was the only constant in a world that thrived on suffering.

  And for the first time, I didn’t argue.

  I closed my eyes, leaning back against the oak tree. Its bark was rough against my skin, but I didn’t care. I let myself sink into the silence, the stillness, the darkness.

  For the first time in my life or maybe my second, I felt at peace.

  Because there was nothing left to fight for.

  Nothing left to lose.

  And if this was what it meant to fall, then so be it.

  "Fall, and we will catch you."

  Let the darkness have me.

  Let it take what it wanted.

  I was tired of fighting.

  So I gave in.

  I let the shadows cim me, let the whispers lull me into their embrace, let the st remnants of my shattered soul dissolve into the void.

  And as I sat there, under the twisted, dying oak tree, I ughed one st time.

  Because in the end, the darkness was the only thing that had ever truly been mine.

  Queen