It was a lovely night.
The sky was clear, adorned with radiant stars that illuminated the ever stretching darkness. Beneath the vibrant moonlight stood a lonely figure. His hollow, dark eyes were bereft of light, as if it could find no surface within them to reflect
He stood silently, gazing at the serene scene. He paid no mind to his tattered, bloodied body as crimson streams fell to the ground, staining the once-green grass. His expression remained emotionless. Death is creeping and it's already too late to escape it, he was indifferent as he was at peace with it
People may not choose how to live, but he had chosen how to die. After all, He had never been attached to life much to begin with as it was nothing but that of shame and regrets
He looked at his bloodstained hands, unsure whether the blood was his own or that of the others
"At least... a few fewer regrets," he murmured, before a hollow laugh escaped his lips.
he laughed and laughed , it was a shallow laugh, an empty sound, reflecting the void within his soul.
He turned his gaze toward the vast, beautiful sea, the radiant stars, and the vibrant moon. A small smile tugged at his lips as he took in the sight one last time. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to relish the moment of fleeting beauty.
Standing at the edge of the cliff, he began to move, his steps graceful, almost like a dance. The waves below became his melody, the stars as his audience. He danced at the stage
As the dance neared its end, he opened his abyssal eyes one last time as a small beam of light shone for fleeting moment
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
His lips curled into a bright, innocent smile
-a smile as pure as a child's.
"A lovely night," he whispered, his voice gentle.
"A lovely night to dream."