Nietzsche said: God is dead. The world was immediately dyed with the color of despair.
My hands were stained with this blood-like color of despair, and I watched them turn gray... It wasn't until they formed dark scabs on my hands that I showed that incomprehensible smile.
Because through this darkness, I saw the human heart and the entire world.
Aren't all human hearts so dark? Isn't the world just as dark?
Picking up the dagger that had been stained black with blood, I carefully wiped it clean with my sleeve. When I removed my sleeve, I saw my face reflected on the dagger—a face stained with filthy blood and scabbed over.
Suddenly, I was shocked for a while.
Then I used the dagger to slash my wrist and artery. Gently, yet fiercely...