It feels as if you had been unconscious for hours. Your mouth was dry, your lips cracked. But when you open your eyes, all is still night. Either you had been unconscious for only a few minutes, or you had slept in the whole day.
That must be it. That must simply be what happened. You happened to fall asleep. God, you were just being lazy. You make to stand.

And hear the distinctive sounds of metal smacking against stone. Feel the cold grip of steel upon your wrists. And you gulp. This... Had not usually been how you liked to wake up. Once was bad enough.
Fucking Thailand.

At least this time you were still dressed.

Take in your surroundings Anon. Work out if there is a way out.

And as you do so, you realise you are in a castle of some description.
Ancient moss-covered stones as large as a pony, pillars reaching to a ceiling that had mostly collapsed in. The only light source in the room is that full moon in the sky, streaming in through the collapsed ceiling. And if you had thought that the moon was alien when you arrived, it was only worse now.

It didn't have a single crater upon its surface. No great lunar seas of any description. Just a pure orb of glowing white against a starlit sky.
You glance towards the moonbeams lighting the interior of the castle, dust floating in the shafts of light. It would be almost pretty to look at, but you would quite like to get out of your chains. You start to pull at tug at your bindings.

Pull
Pull
Pull?

Okay, that didn't work. Perhaps twist and...
No, that'd only break your wrists.

Okay, your legs are free at least, you can stand up. Maybe you can somehow get the chains themselves off the wall and make a run for it. No harm in trying at least. Standing up, you turn your body and move one arm over the other so you are now facing the wall.
Alright. The chain is worked through a single loop hammered into the wall, sitting about level with your solar plexus. If you can pull the loop out, you'd be at least able to walk away.

Placing one foot against the wall, and pulling the chains taut, you take a few deep breaths. This might also break your wrists, but you'd be free.
1... 2... 3!
You lean back and pull with all your might. Stone dust begins to gather in the air, and you hear the unpleasant sound of metal grinding against stone. The manacles around your wrists dig into the flesh beneath, and you desperately try to ignore that fact.

You try to step back, give yourself more length, more leverage as you pull as hard as you can. But you step upon a smooth tile. Your shoes skid against the stone, and you trip.
Your leg against the ground gives way, and you fall onto your ass. As you swear and try to alleviate your pain, you glance through a single eye towards the loop keeping you chained to the wall. It doesn't look like it has budged an inch.
“Son of a...” You grumble to yourself, cutting yourself off.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Goosebumps move across your skin. Figuring you ought to face your death when it comes, you stand up and move your arms and twist your body to be facing away from the wall again, before sitting down as if you hadn't moved.

For a brief moment, you wonder if faking still being unconscious is a good idea.
Probably not.
If this is that nightmare horse, she'll probably just eat you if you were asleep. Face death. Don't be afraid.
“I'm not afraid,” You lie.

You watch as the shadows lengthen and move. Even your own shadow stretches towards a single point in the centre of the once great hall. All of the shadow in the room reaching a pinpoint at the heart of the room, forming a single spot of complete darkness. As soon as it arrives, as soon as this point of utter darkness forms, the shadows shrink again, and the darkness fades.

To be replaced only by that nightmare horse. The one that killed Celestia. The one that surely brought you here. You struggle against the chains in vain. You don't want to die. You don't want to... Once the creature of shadow and dark forms fully, she turns her gaze towards you. She, to your horror, is not best pleased with your presence here. Despite, y'know, the fact that it was her fault that you were here.

Take a breath.
Sighing to yourself once more, you try and convince yourself.
You're not afraid.

And with that, you look her right in her deep blue eyes.
“If you wish to kill me, get it over with," You offer, able to keep the trembling out of your voice at least a little. You'll die brave at least.

”That's the thing, Anonymous. I was quite sure I already had," She answers. The fury on her face has given way, at least partially, to confusion.

That was a weird response.

“And yet, here I stand," You challenge, for lack of anything else to do. To seem undaunted by this animal.

”Sit, imprisoned, only because I do not yet wish you dead. But I see your point. How are you here Anonymous?” She asks as she cocks her head, trotting slowly towards you, a quizzical look in her eyes.

“What are you talking about? I don't even know what you are, creature," You admit, more honesty and confusion than anger in your voice. She is clearly rather insulted by that. Her horn glows, and you're yanked back as some of the links attached to your manacles begin to disappear, yet you are still chained to the wall. As the chain shortens you are dragged back, until there is no way for your hands to move, and your hands are held uncomfortably over your head.

”Have the years been so unkind to you Anonymous? No... You look even younger than you did a thousand years ago," She says, staring at your face intensely, watching every errant movement, looking at every line.

Okay. She was officially mentally ill. Perhaps the whole imprisoning you and killing Celestia should have tipped you off to that.
“Right. A thousand years. You know that I came to this place only.. What? Two weeks ago?” You ask, mostly to yourself.

”Two weeks? No. No, even when I was here last you had been part of the Triarchy for at least twenty years," She says, trotting around you in a semi-circle, saying complete nonsense.

“Right. Okay. I am the only one of my kind in this fucking place. I have been here for two weeks. Two. Weeks!" You stress, trying to pull against your chains again, to no avail. You sigh. “If you wish to kill me...”

”Do not be so melodramatic," She replies with a scoff.

“That seems rich coming from Miss 'Teleports behind you'," You point out sarcastically, raising a single daring eyebrow to mock her. You might deserve the... kick? Whatever, punch from her.

Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch though.

”A thousand years ago, you told me that you would not interfere. You promised you would stay neutral between me and Celestia. Yet there you were!” She shouts, stomping her hoof on the stone beneath her, cracking it slightly.

“I cannot stress enough, creature, that I do not know who you are. I do not know what you are. I do not know what possible beef you have with Celestia," I insist firmly.

She growls. An animalistic sound that's low enough to be felt beneath your skin.
”You know full well. But you promised neutrality. Why did you join her side?” She asks angrily.

You grit your teeth. Talking in complete circles was never fun.
“I don't know who you are. Can I ask that? Who are you?” You ask.

For a moment her horn and eyes glow. Your head hurts. Images rush by your mind's eye too fast for you to make them out. And she seems to... Relax? Falter? You are not quite sure how to describe it, but the fight has seemed to have left her.
”You are not Anonymous," She says eventually, sighing to herself.

Now you were somehow even more confused.

”You wear his skin, you have taken his eyes, but you are not him,” She explains. Well, 'explains'. Doesn't actually explain anything. You do not like that look in her eyes. And you definitely do not like the way her mane is stroking your chin. You flinch from the contact. ”So what are you? Changeling? I still saw at least some real memories in there.”

You shuffle back on the stones.
“I am Anonymous. Could you please tell me what the hell you are blabbering about? I am quite confused," You ask, laughing despite everything beneath your breath, mostly out of nervousness.

She looks you up and down, rolls her eyes and sighs. As she begins to trot away, her star-field of a tail flowing behind her, she begins to speak. ”I am the night.”

You snicker. Apparently your self-preservation instinct wasn't fully working. Her tail whips you in the face, and you wince as you feel the scar-forming on your cheek. But that's all she does as she continues to rant.
”I am the night. The first star and the last. Nightmare Moon," She explains, her voice heavy with pride.

“Okay. Cool. Can I play 20 questions?” You ask drolly.

She doesn't respond, instead deciding just to stare through the collapsed roof towards the moon and stars.
May as well take that as a yes.

“Where are we?”

”My old castle. Before I was banished," She replies.

Okay. One question is going to lead into another then.
“Banished?” You ask, raising your eyebrow again as you subtly try and twist around the manacles around your wrists, blood dripping from the scar on your cheek.

”A single word is not a question," She says, turning to face you simply to roll her eyes.

“Why?” You ask, wryly grinning.

She turns and glares at you. You cough, hiding your grin.
”My sister banished me to the moon, out of jealousy and to keep a tyrant's grip on her power," She answers, apparently conceding the point.

“Okay. Your sister is?” You ask pointedly.

She growls again, but still only glares at you.
”Princess Celestia. She of fire and pride. She who has always loathed me," She growls. That... Doesn't exactly sound like the peaceful, perhaps melancholic monarch you meet.
Also, Celestia has a sister?
Perhaps you should've guessed that from the fact this mare had a horn and wings both. Then again, so did that other princess. Uhh... Cadance. That's it. And she and Celestia weren't sisters.

Whatever, next question.

“Got it. So, did you kill her?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant about this. But you'd rather she wasn't dead. You quite liked her.

”Dead? No. She will watch as I do as I should have done a thousand years ago," She explains, almost laughing maniacally as soon as she finished. That was... Vague.

“And what is that?” You ask carefully, wearily.

She smiles.
You've decided you do not like her smiles. Too many teeth. Showing off those fangs... It's like watching a shark smile.
”The tyranny of the sun shall end. And I shall cast the world into an eternal night, so that all must look upon my work!” She cackles.

Okay. Celestia raises the sun. Well, she also lowers it, but everyone calls her the Princess of the Sun. So this sister of her's must raise the moon. And... also be in charge of the stars?
Oh, and is obviously fucking mental.

“You do realise that will wipe out all life on this planet. Starting with the plant life, then the herbivores, until finally only the last few scavengers pick through the bones of their carcasses," You point out.

She waves that complaint off. No doubt she must've heard it before. ”You don't understand. You understood once. Back then, you realised that once I got what I wanted I would allow dawn to come when necessary," She says to herself, staring back at the full moon.

“Ignoring the whole 'I was somehow around a thousand years ago' crap, who are you to decide is enough?” You ask defiantly.

She kicks you in the face again, squarely in the right eye. You shout and scream in pain as you are unable to apply pressure to the wound, only able to try and force your eye closed. It definitely feels like a black eye. You're quiet for a few seconds as you work through the pain. Eventually, after about a minute, you gather the will to speak again.
“Why am I here?”

”Here? In this castle? Or here, in this world?”

“Either would be nice,” You reply semi-sarcastically.

She huffs and turns away from you, to return to glaring up at the moon, as if it might help her answer the question.
”I could not answer the latter for you any more than you could answer the latter for me. For the former? Because I thought you were the Anonymous I knew. Or perhaps you still are, and you do not know?”
Her tone grows worryingly curious on those last words as she trots back to you, staring intensely into your eyes.

Enough of this.
“You do realise I am the only one of my kind ever here right? You'd think Celestia would remember if there was another one of my kind that happened to have the exact the same name running around? That the history books might have recorded this incredible last of his species guy?” You point out. There was no record of any human beings existing here before, no secret human civilisations, nothing. You were alone in the world.

”I was there. Not like you, imposter. Anonymous, the real one, was one of the Three Triarchs of the New Minotaur Kingdom, Labyrinthia," She explains.

“Right. And the Minotaurs would conveniently forget all about this human being. You know I've actually talked to the Minotaur ambassador at Canterlot, right? You know he gloats all the time from descending from one of those three guys. And you know, he never mentioned that a human was one of them," You spit out, glaring into her dark blue eyes.

”I have been gone for... A thousand years,” She says slowly, as if realising something. The nightmare horse of shadows and night trotted away briefly for a second, turning away from both you and the moon, her head lowered. She shook her head and mane before turning her wroth to you. ”A thousand years! Historians have never been the most accurate!”

“It'd be hard to miss a detail like that...” You point out drolly.

The Nightmare horse grits her teeth. Then smiles.
You do not like her smiles.
”I remember. I remember perfectly. And so perhaps you can too...” She says darkly. Her horn glows. You try to shuffle back, but you've long run out of room to get away. Something strikes your head, and darkness envelopes you once more.

You oversee the fire. Documents are thrown in haphazardly, quickly. Everything you and your country had done while you had been Ambassador, every receipt and every bribe had to go, and quickly. You had not been officially recalled from diplomatic service by your brothers, but you'd figure if they were going to execute you they would have done it years ago.

You hear the sound of metal against stone outside. You could guess who. You turn to one of your aides, the minotauraus Tuslagch.

“Keep going. I'll stop her," You order, pointing out to the enormous pile of documents that still had to be destroyed, less you incriminate yourself and your kingdom.

You turn and make your way to the door of the embassy moments before the wroth mare of the moon barges in. You open it a crack and speak.
“Crossing that threshold without permission will start an international incident, Princess Luna. State your business," You state bluntly, looking through the smallest crack in the door, hopefully hiding the fire and Minotaurs behind you running around. The Blue Pony, Princess of the moon and stars or some other pompous title glares at you.

”Then might you come outside, so that we might talk without the door in the way?” She asks. She's trying to sound angry, but you can hear the desperation in her voice beneath that anger. You sigh to yourself, running a hand down your face. Fuck it, you could never say no to her.

You leave the apparent safety of the embassy and step into the cool Everfree air. The plaza is completely deserted. Most of the other nations had withdrawn their ambassadors days ago, when it became apparent the two sisters could not be reconciled.

You still had to officially wait for a command from your brothers, who were thousands of miles away. Letters, it seemed, took time to arrive.
“Well?” You ask, placing a hand on your hip as you pull the door closed.

”I need your help," She says simply. The use of I shook you, as you knew Luna to never use that.
For a moment, you seriously take in the Princess of the moon, and co-ruler of the most powerful nation on the planet. She did not look well. Her mane was unwashed, her glances fleeting and her gaze constantly shifting. She seemed to be chewing on nothing and had dark circles beneath her eyes. You towered over her, but that might be because she was hunched over in fear.

“Officially, the nation of Labyrinthia has declared strict neutrality on all matters. We have...” You begin to explain, hoping to hide behind diplomatic procedure and push the blame on your brothers, even if it had been you yourself that had decided foreign policy like that.

”We did not ask for your nation's help. We asked for yours," She pleads. That makes you pause, makes you halt your pre-planned speech.

“Luna. This is folly. Come to your senses. Please," You quietly beg, kneeling down slightly to look her in the eyes.

”Folly! They don't...” She begins to say, gritting her teeth and almost spits out whatever words she was holding back.

“Luna. For god's sake, just talk it out with your sister. She'd understand."

”We've done enough grovelling to her. No more!” She shouts, stomping her hoof down again, cracking the stone beneath her. You shake your head.

“Look. Luna. I get it. Well, I don't entirely. I like my adoptive brothers. I also know I'll never be as well known as them. They get to, you know, rule, while I am stuck here. But that isn't the point...” You trail off.
Oh shit. Some fucking diplomat you were.

“Right. The point is... Take your fucking lumps? No that doesn't sound right," You grumble.

”If you help us, Anonymous, we shall install you as sole ruler of Labyrinthia. We shall end your 'not exile'. You shall rule as you are supposed to," Luna offers bluntly, her voice lowering so that only you could hear her if anyone else was listening in through the door.

Oh fuck.
You seriously consider it.
You had devoted nearly twenty-five years to turning the tribe you got enslaved by when you arrived into this strange world into a nation. You had worked with your only two surviving brothers to turn them from brothers who would kill each other to sit upon a wooden throne and rule two hundred Minotaurs into two of the three kings of Labyrinthia. Only for you to be thrown aside because you would never be able to have an heir. You could not have children after all, being the only person in this world. But Luna...

You could rule a nation. You could be called the fucking king...

No.
No. You had no legacy in this place. Trying to be king wouldn't change that. There was... No point really. Your brothers were right to send you here.

“No," You say hesitantly, before rolling your shoulders and repeating more that more firmly. "No."

”No!” She shouts, shocked. She does not sound best pleased.

“No. I don't... There's no point. Not for me. And look, maybe things are bad now. But if you...” You begin to explain.

”If not us, will you support Celestia?” She asks pointedly, searching your face for the answer.

That... Was a dangerous question.
By all accounts, the coming civil war between the two divine sisters was going to be a bloody one. One that Labryinthia, having just finished the twenty years of war needed to unify it, could ill afford to take part in. Plus, you sincerely doubted the rumours that Luna was planning to send the world into eternal darkness. No doubt that was Pro-Celestia propaganda.

“Absolutely not. Complete neutrality from us," You promise, placing a hand over your heart.

”And you yourself? You will stay out of this?” She asks, the slightest hint of dread beneath her anger.

The question confuses you. What difference was there between the two?
“Yeah? I have no intention in getting between two god-like beings fighting for control of the most powerful nation on the planet. What am I? Suicidal?” You reply with a smile and a shrug.

You have decided to intervene in a battle between two god-like beings fighting for control of not just the most powerful nation on the planet, but also the fate of all life on the planet.

In short, you were a suicidal moron. But a moron who figured his chances of death in battle was still lower than certain death by starvation. It only took a few days for you to change your mind. Well, days wasn't technically the right word, as the sun hadn't risen in four days. And there were no signs that was going to change anytime soon. If it did not... Well, you read about Nuclear winter. It wasn't going to go very well for everyone.

Celestia, annoyingly, wasn't here yet. She still had to get the elements ready. So that left you, standing atop the highest point of the castle, because of drama apparently, trying to talk down a mad goddess before her sister arrived to kick her ass.

The night's sky was fractured. Completely alien. Strange nebulas, twin moons, black holes and pulsating stars appeared for a moment only to fade into dust the next. You were pretty sure all this solar activity was definitely going to give you cancer, but you could worry about that if you managed to get off this roof alive.

You spot the mad goddess of the night. She looks completely different from her normal self. Shadows form around her, she's wearing heavy armour, and her mane is somehow even more ethereal. You grip onto the nearest spire for dear fucking life.~

“Hi, Luna!” You shout, trying to sound casual. As stupid an opening line as that was to a pissed-off goddess of night, it did work in drawing her attention.

Hey is her horn glowing?

You collapse, your knees giving way as a bolt of light passes through your abdomen.

Huh.
Can't feel your legs.

Can smell burning though. That's... Probably not a good sign.

Don't look down...
Don't look down...

You look down. There's a small hole in your shirt, right in the centre of your stomach. Smoke and steam rise from around the hole. You watch your own chest in morbid fascination as Luna begins to speak.

”Anonymous? I thought you were... Never mind,” She says, shaking her head. She returns her mad glare to the sky, towards the chaos of the heavens above. You're pretty sure you just saw a gamma-ray burst up there. It would be pretty if it weren't so terrifying.

You cough and splutter as you fall further down the spire, slumping against it. You fists involuntarily clench, your heart thumping in your chest, each beat feeling as if it would crack a rib. But despite all that, despite the pain, you still had something you needed to say. Something you needed to do. For the sake of all life on the planet.

“Can we talk?” You ask, coughing blood just after on your shirt. You want to talk, even as bad as it hurts.

”What is there to say Anonymous? Celestia has fled. I will finally get the recognition and worship I deserve," Luna explains, still refusing to look at you, still staring up at the night's sky above.

“Okay, then what? Will you condemn us all to die?” You ask firmly as you shuffle up the spire you were leaning against, holding a hand against the gaping chest wound. It felt... Horribly warm.

She tears her fury from the sky to you once more and trots towards you. Her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes glowing with shadowed intent. ”When all have accepted me, then I shall allow there to be dawn. We shall hold out for as long as that takes," She explains.

You groan as you keep trying to shuffle up the spire you're leaning against, but it's difficult without working legs. Also, you can taste iron in your mouth. That's not a good sign.

“Rule by fear. Worse. By hatred. That'll go well," You mumble sardonically beneath your breath. You grit your teeth as a calm wind flows through you. The experience is entirely unpleasant and confirms your worst fears about your injury.

A wry smile plays upon your lips. Nothing left other than to stop this madness. You owed your brothers that much.
“Fuck you, Luna. You want to be loathed as all life dies around you go ahead, confirm what they whisper about you behind your back true?” You ask bitterly.

”You dare speak to me this way! I am a goddess! We control the heavens! All of creation is mine to command!” She shouts, baring her fangs at you.

“Then keep doing this. Become the monster they think you are. Prove them right, Nightmare Moon," You mock.

”You wouldn't understand. You're alone in this world by design. You are supposed to be alone Anonymous! You will never have companionship or love, so you have learnt to live without it! Ignored what you will never hold!" She roars as tears stream down her face. ”You are a spiteful, ill-made creature that doesn't belong here. You cannot comprehend that some of us need to be recognised for what they have done for others!”

“You call me spiteful? I'm not the one holding a sword against the throat of the entire world trying to make them love me. Bitter at them because they won't worship me. I am what I am, nothing..." You cough and splutter, covering your shirt in blood. A tear forms in your right eye and drops down your cheek as you look back up. Your face feels cold. "I cannot demand love. And neither can you. And they will never love you for this."

You gesture to your immobile body, to the hole in your chest you do not want to see.
"You want love? Respect? Earn it. You cannot demand it."

"What else must I do to earn it?" Nightmare Moon shouts angrily, but you can hear the pain beneath her anger. The genuine question she is asking. "How much must I do? What must I give of myself to get even a sliver of the respect and admiration Celestia, or even you get? If creating the night's sky, and walking in their dreams is not enough... Then I must take it. I deserve that much."

"And how many shall you kill to get it?" You ask.

"None, if they shall..." She glances at the hole in your chest, at your blood-stained shirt, and actually pauses for a second. For the briefest moment, regret and realisation pass across her face. But it disappears as soon as it came. "As many as it takes to earn what is mine by right."

And there, you realise, that she is too far gone. Whatever creature of resentment and hatred had gripped her heart was in control now. And you could not talk her down from this. Nobody could.

"I'm sorry, Luna," You whisper as you shiver against the spire, your face paling as you rapidly lose blood.

"You're sorry?" She asks, confused. "That it had come to this?"

"In a way. I'm..." You cough. "I'm not the only one here."

You glance behind the wroth mare, and spot the goddess of the sun, decked out in full regalia, glowing with power.
"But you won't win."

The memory begins to fade. For it is surely not your own. It's hers. You were never on that roof. Never had a hole in your chest. You were never...

Your vision widens again.
You look down slightly at your chest, smoking and steaming. It feels unnaturally warm. And you're finding it hard to breathe.
But it is not you. It isn't you. You were Anonymous. Not Anonymous.
Not Anonymous.
So why is your chest hurting?
Why can you feel the wind flowing atop the castle?
Why do you feel old?

You try to formulate the words to describe this sensation. Not quite a memory, not quite a dream. But your mouth moves without your consent.
“Is it done?” You ask shakingly.

Celestia moves towards you, her resolve and anger broken after banishing her sister.
”Yes," She whispers. The word was quiet, near-silent. But it seemed to roar above the wind.

You, without meaning to, look up. The maddening field of stars and stellar phenomena faded to a normal night's sky. The only change was the moon. You cannot help but noticed the crater seas upon it, in the shape of a horse's head.

”What have I done?” Celestia asks. The question is silent, but you can still hear it all the same. You try to stand, try to reach out to comfort the divine leader of a nation you were not and never would be a part of.

But you cannot.

“I.. Sorry. I'm afraid to look. Can you help me a second?” You ask, forcing a smile on your face that you cannot hold there for long. That seems to break Celestia out of her moment, and she trots over to you. She lifts up your shirt with her teeth and immediately drops it with a gasp.

“Not good?” You ask, already well aware of the answer.

”Anon...” She says simply, confirming the worst. You laugh bitterly to yourself.

“Well. There's a first time for everything right? Sort of deserve it I think," You admit. You cough. “I should have done more.”

”I should have done more. Anon. I can't...” Celestia says, tears forming in her eyes.

“Don't worry about it. I knew what I was getting in for when I offered to distract her," You try to say with a shrug, but you can't move your hand away from your chest. You sigh.
You weren't afraid.
“When will she be back?” You ask.

”A thousand years," Celestia replies, looking towards the moon for a brief second before looking back to you. You laugh to yourself, which only agitates your burns, and widens the hole in your chest. You can feel liquid drip onto your nice shirt.

“Well, there's no way I'd have been around for her to still be mad about that," You joke, wincing just after as another jolt of pain hits you.

Celestia honestly tries to crack a smile on her face. She wasn't very good at it.
”It was the earliest I could do," She explains.

“That was the earliest? I...” You throw up in your mouth a little.
It's time.
“Princess Celestia. There's a letter in my shirt. Make sure it gets back to Labyrinthia. I hope it didn't get burnt. Oh, I hope...” You cry to yourself. With shaking hands, you try to reach into your shirt, but Celestia calmly places her right hoof against your hand.

”It'll get there," She promises, smiling with her mouth, but her eyes show the truth.

You smile weakly in return.
“Okay. Hey...” You mumble. Your vision narrows. You're afraid. You don't want to go to sleep. You're afraid you won't wake up. But you shouldn't let her know that.
“Could you raise the sun? I haven't seen it for a week. I think everyone else wants to see it too," You ask with a quiet smile. Or at least, you try to smile, but it hurts a little to do so.

She nods and turns away.

Okay, Anon. It's no big deal. It was going to happen at some point. You knew that. You've always known that.
You hoped you'd be back home, surrounded by your family. But you don't always get your way. Maybe you'll see them soon.

You turn to the east, towards the hills and the high mountain. Then turn up slightly. You try to smile and close your eyes as the first rays of the sun warm your face one last time. You can feel your definitions fading. You're losing your grip on yourself. You open your eyes. And admit something, quietly, to the wind and silence.
“I'm scared.”

You shiver as the sun rises. You shiver for as long as you can, shaking there on the roof, trying to stay here. But your eyelids are heavy. Your muscles are weak. And slowly... You let go.

Author's Note

Now that should raise a whole bunch of questions, lel. Don't worry, it's all explained soon. Cya later folks.