He takes a look in the mirror, but despite being a handsome man, he sees a monster. Embroiled in self hatred, he is isolated. He is lonely and lives a miserable existence.

Approaching a breaking point, he is reminded of a quote:

“If it was me dying on the sidewalk, you‘d walk right over me.”

Black tears run down his faces as his lips turn black and cracks start to form in his skin.

Kindness, compassion, understanding, companionship…

Just Words…. foreign to him… No meaning… No goals… No dreams…

Just emptiness… unable to feel joy… unable to enjoy the little things…

All the food is bland…

All games are boring…

All stories are uninteresting…

What now? What’s there to look forward to? Where is the hope?

His light has been extinguished…

He is like a Black Hole… the center is pitch black… but at the edge is the accretion disk… on that fine line between bliss and despair he watches the others soon to meet the same fate….