Dear Amira,

Have you been well? I hope you are. These past months have been some of the best times of my life. Everything was going well for me. Everything. This place, this scenery, and the people around had been like a haven to me. I may sound arrogant, but… all the beautiful things were here.

I wish you were here.

So…

You and I will be the happiest.

Because I know everything, I know what went wrong. I know what happened. I know how it started, and everything was because of our blood, that fucking blood. You should be thankful that you didn’t cross the wall when you had the chance. You no longer have to run, Amira. Live here, live with me because I know you can now fight. You can now win your battles, Amira. You no longer need someone to save you.

I… I am surrounded. They are no humans, but they fear me… they worshipped me.

They are drawn to me, and with every command I say… they will obey it like a mindless flock of sheep. They have crimson eyes, sometimes none. Their ears were sharp like bats, and with every noise you make, you will find your body slowly splitting in half. A single species? No. They are diverse. Some have their body melted from their head to torso, eyes popping from them, and teeth black as charcoal. But most of them were indescribable—a shadow, a puppet, a mummy, a clown, a reaper—everyone’s nightmare to the doom of death, all in a single place.

Isn’t this a beautiful world, Amira?

Please, come, Amira—this world was yours, to begin with.

So, please, Amira… die…

You must die! You must die, Amira!

“No! Don’t you dare go to Zerehiah!”

Please, Amira. Just fucking die.

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