Doomsday at the Grand Hotel

The sky looked shattered from up above yet here I stand with suitcases in both hands checking in a room as my fate was planned. The lobby gleamed in gold and rust a final shrine to times long past the chandeliers still softly shimmer yet the outside world was already gone the concierge with siren eyes whispered “enjoy your time” with a crooked smile. A penthouse suite with a view so narrow of oceans boiling acid and stars that died. The diner was fully stocked as time itself unlocked a toast to my humble life a toast to death dressed in a fancy attire with a small sip to catch my final breath. The rooftop pool resembled a lagoon reflecting ember-colored light across from the pool a choir sang their melodic notes sang off-key a waltz song for letting go. I watched from my concrete hotel bed as the clock runs out with the sky turned the end had come and yet here I lay a special guest of doomsday my one final stay

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