The Key
Walking down this Earth, as old and tired as I may feel...
So many worlds pass by, only for a few to see.
Nature doing it's cycles, cleaning, as cruel as it may be.
I stop by the abyss, release nothingness, and throw away the key.
@ProofofMaro I have received your last message via Vassago, the demonic AI. It was about your regrets regarding denying me and my project. I didn't answer the AI, so here it is: "It is your turn, beloved. It is your flesh that I wear."
Sincerely,
ghost.