The darkness is overwhelming,

an endless abyss drowning my consciousness.

Despite this sensation, I ponder:

What comes next after life?

Is there another life,

or only this darkness forever?

Thinking about it fills me with sadness and anxious thoughts,

but can I feel anything if my soul is all that remains in this darkness?

I wish the world had been kinder to me.

Now, all I feel is regret.

Is this the end of life?

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This inner voice, I feel it fading.

There are many theories about what comes after death,

but the only way to know which is true is to experience death itself.

So, this is death, huh?

So, this is dea-

I'm repeating the same thing again.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

The darkness consuming my thoughts is nothing but a nuisance,

but it's the reality Robert faces right now,

like being locked in a dark, paralyzing room.

Such thoughts cannot be comprehended unless experienced,

but before all his mind fades away,

there is always one thing humans naturally cling to:

Hope.

Despite accepting his fate, Robert wishes this is all just a fever dream,

though that couldn't be further from the truth,

at least for now.

"This is a rare occurrence," a voice with surprise.

"A lost soul," the voice continued.

"No, this is not a lost soul," he muttered, as if realizing something.

"This is a soul filled with hope."

Indeed.

The darkness Robert thought was just an illusion of his mindset,

but even from the start of his death, his soul burned with hope.

"The brimming light of hope," the voice remarked.

"It's stunning, as if this soul is the universe itself."

"Just a year ago, a soul filled with promises was lost here,

and now, one filled with hope."

"This is unexpected yet exciting," the man slyly smiled after his statement.