Darkness envelops my thoughts, hopes and desires. I'm sinking deeper and deeper, breathless and without a single sensation.

Can I trust someone with my emotions? Can I trust it to myself?

Will I be able to entrust all my innermost secrets to the flesh that is slowly beginning to decompose?

Is it possible to entrust something to the mind, which begins to collapse as soon as those very landscapes of the abyss of oblivion appear in front of me?

I’m lost in the infinity of options that I have come up with, and only my guides are happy to meet me at the gates of self-destruction.

They are smiling, and they are ready to show me my possessions of hopes forgotten in the void.