[Eternal Night] [Apocalypse] [Slow Burn]
There are no heroes on the fifth level.
Only people who shove yesterday's dead into the recycling furnace so they can live one more day.
I'm just one of them.
Someone taught me how to push the cart.
Later, he died.
Someone taught me how to collect the bodies.
Later, I forgot his name.
To stay alive, I kept climbing higher.
And kept forgetting.
Until one day, I realized
People can forget those who taught them how to survive.
But they can never forget the movements those people left in their bodies.
If one day,
even my name disappears,
I hope someone will still remember
why this cart must never stop.
