This story is fictional and has nothing to do with the living or the dead. It has nothing to do with all elements of religion, race and country. I am autistic. My behavior is really strange. My thoughts are also incomprehensible to normal people. At the end of this era, I want to tell my story from my autistic point of view. My name is Wira, I'm in pain. My breathing was difficult because my chest was pressed by something hard. I can't move. My eyes could not catch any other object because of the absence of light. This darkness stirs my heart. where am i My God help me.