A matryoshka of darkness is opened desperately, discarding what seems to be a façade, peeling useless skin away. Please, let the last one be alive and well. // I am trapped in a labyrinth built before I knew I was inside. I am guilty for shattering myself into pieces, losing them along the way. I long for a chance to fly above, a panoramic view of the barriers that outline my soul. // A chorus of mixed voices awakens: orders, prayers, hopes, fears, struggles. A fertile ground for yet another version to emerge. // There was no more room left for anyone else to feel anything. Shadows covered by shadows. // The back of my eyelids turn from red to black, and I will be safe, knowing that the unforgiving light has gone. My shape is left to melt into the absence of the world.