The sky screamed in atonement as the kneeling figure below it closed its eyes.

The cold, blowing winds were harsh and rain droplets descended violently. With none than the figure in sight, the surroundings took place in an open field. It was not anybody’s fault; not its, not his nor hers. At the very least, it was what it believed.

Cold breezes landed and trickled his skin. Where the milky and silky area was visible, it landed. Its hands, legs and face were all soaked. As what had occurred, even the heavens grieved. It was without a doubt, in its place, one that had already no tears to shed.

It had not a gender. Its appearance was beautiful but repulsive, full of contradictions.

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Intelligent but foolish,

So kind yet cruel,

It was abominable, a mistaken existence.

At the very least, let me end it all. For that is my compassion, kindness, selfishness and cruelty. So with an inanimate object, the deed was done.

Entry 75 - My deed