The other side waits for you.
And only you.
No one else will do.
You can run.
But you can’t hide.
It will follow you
until you accept
the inevitable.
Look at your reflection.
See it wither and fade away.
You will be gone.
From this world.
And stuck in the next.
What will you find there?
It’s a surprise.
Aren’t surprises supposed
to be good?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
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