I knew that I was dying.
I knew that I was dying. Something in me said, Go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept. Then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit. It needn't be much, just a spark. A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚔𝚒