Mass graves at midnight, a few crude unnamed tombstones scattered here and there, but most of them were dumped in the suburbs. The corpses were broken, whole, strange, mutilated, or already smelly... Are you afraid? After all, you are a living person and should be afraid. But the fear here is the only memory I have left.
I don't remember how I died; I don't even remember my name; I don't know how many years I have been dead... So in order to get rid of the current situation of ignorance, I turned around and reincarnated, and went down the mountain to find the answer.
Let me survive for a while until I understand all this. Walk a little bit, ask a few questions, ask a few people...
Wait until the last beam of light takes a picture of the unknown small grave in the mass grave. It's time for me to leave. I'll leave along the uninhabited and quiet path down the mountain before dawn, leaving behind a lone shadow to head towards the unknown. I don't have any luggage, but at least I know something. That should be enough.
How does it end? There is no longer any solution. I just forgot about it but read it again and realized that I didn't have time to write the following.
That's all…
Purpose: Life has different shapes, some may be beautiful or lacking, some may have successes or some losses... But don't forget the purpose of coming to this world, why you came here. After death, reflect on it and look for those clues. It will not be in vain. Find the truth and meaning.