So it became close to the end.
We were surrounded by the shadow troops of the Varnoo.
I didn’t want to look down as I knew your body, my son, was lying before my feet. Black, swollen, lips blue…
Myself, ready to die before the same fate.
I knew only one thing they did not.
I was only a living hologram.
There, but not.
I fade out.
by Meyer Lane