The ball has only been a reminder of how unloved this figure feels. They yearn to be free of all their pains. The leave The Death Dance, disrobe, and enter the pond in the dead of night. Lights fill their world, in their mind’s eye and they contemplate release. They take one final breath and prepare to dive below the waterline, into bliss… oblivion.

More to come…

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