A Moment Of Despair: Fragments Of Life
In the next instant, when there was still a glimmer of hope for rescue, death’s relentless mockery arrived in quick succession. What flashes through your mind at that moment?
It feels like suddenly surfacing from the sea, your chest just drawing in a mouthful of salty air, only to be slammed under by a massive wave the next instant, the roar of water tearing apart that fleeting breath.
A streak of white light catches the corner of your eye—not salvation, but the iron gate slamming shut with a “bang,” the hollow echo reverberating like in a tomb.
The air is a mix of cold raw iron and the metallic tang of blood, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.
Your body plummets abruptly, as if the ground beneath your feet has been pulled away, falling into a pitch-dark well. Around you, only your heartbeat remains, striking your chest again and again with mocking rhythm.
In that moment, the thoughts that flash are not complete sentences, but shattered fragments: “So this is how it ends.”