I flew up in dismay, I ended up finding a ruins, a tower to specify. I burned all the remaining greenery, they would die anyways in these sunless times. I wished not to question why the sun wouldn't come back up, I already had enough questions. When I got in something was radiating behind me, I looked around only to see it was the closet.. I already knew what was inside so I tried ignoring the wretched tricks. It played with my thoughts and swallowed me whole, I ended up jumping on the handle to see what I expected.
It spilled all over the floor, the face was always the same thing, I grew angered over myself, I knew nothing. 'Enough on who is putting these here, who is this person?' I burned it, I had enough.
I started falling down into a void, I couldn't fly nor move. When I landed, or, floated, I saw stars of every kind. I heard a voice. "Admit it, you trusted him too much," The voice said. Unable to speak I attempted my escape. He repeated himself, "Remove the anger, the rot." I landed back in the tower, the ashes of the body gone.