We walk across the starry lake of galaxies that swirl and vibrate. The glimmer contrasted the emptiness that formed the base structure of all things. A light. Worlds like this make me wonder. Am I out of my depth?

It's pain. I need it. I couldn't say no, and I would go on in pain. It hurts. It was something forced upon me, and the traumas always stay. The best I can do is accept it hurts.

Now I die, in memories of you. I fly, the end has came through. You guys will never really know or understand who I am, but a version of me will exist in your memories. A dark place where I exist across the spans of memories that branches to others, a dark place where I peacefully fade but never entirely away. A multiverse of me inside your brains.