As the darkness descends upon the world outside, you don your usual night attire, a cloak of anonymity to shield you from the prying eyes of strangers.
It's become a routine, this nightly pilgrimage into the obscurity of the world.

With every step, you can't help but question the stubbornness that keeps you clinging to life.
Death is no stranger in this society, where lives are lost daily, sometimes with a sense of indifference.
If they truly cared about preventing loss, wouldn't they act to protect those who suffer?

Your mind drifts back to that desperate cry for help, and you wonder if, even in the presence of another, you would find a common thread of solidarity.

Or would you remain an unwelcome burden even among the outcasts, a weight they'd rather not carry?

You disappear into the enveloping darkness, the dim glow of streetlights casting eerie shadows around you.
You seek out a spot of pure loneliness, a place where you can be alone with your thoughts,

far from the judgment and rejection that have defined your existence.



Never to be seen again...?