[Cthulhu style + tragedy + be] Short and medium stories
I fell from the cliff, and the sound of the wind was the funeral song of the world.
At the last moment when my consciousness dissipated, what I felt was not relief, but a kind of... Engulfment.
When I opened my eyes again, it was a month later and my mother was crying in bed at home, saying that I had been in a coma for a whole month.
She hugged me, but in the reflection of her pupils, I saw a group of "my" starry sky that was slowly moving.
I, it seems, am not me anymore.
