Nothing
Your head is not your own. Thoughts of terror begins to grow. Can't
fight it. So what's next?
You are in trouble, how can you possibly continue the story? You
think. It doesn't pay. You cry.
Suddenly you see your tears transform into pearls!
- Well that's something to write home about, you mumble to yourself.
The pearls seems to be
You feel blessed. The red diamond sparkles in
the moonlit sky. Someone drones about Eternity.
