Even if one was determined to stay where they were and wait for death, in the long process of " suicide ", hunger, pain, despair, and other emotions would be multiplied under the effect of the divine poison, like a venomous snake that would continue to gnaw at the body and mind, forming indescribable torture.
In the end, they would still leave the isolated island driven by the desire to survive. They would run all the way and start the next cycle.
His body was getting heavier and heavier, and his footsteps were getting more and more tired ...
Whenever they gathered the courage to die, a Land of Hope would immediately appear in front of them. Even if they knew that it was a drop of sweet poison, they would still swallow it without caring about their own safety!
Hope was born out of despair, and then it was personally extinguished, and the cycle repeated itself ... Until ... They were silently submerged in the depths of the endless swamp.
