My pen's ink has not run out here; rather, my purpose has been fulfilled. I have stood you at that precipice where there is no path forward—only an abyss, which must be filled with your memories.
Often, stories are written to give answers, but this story was written to make you question yourself. That 'other me,' that 'half-open eye,' and that 'broken mirror'... these were not mere imaginations. These were pieces of that bitter truth which we bury behind our everyday smiles. I have given you that perspective where the world does not look as it is, but as it is 'rotting' from within.
I, who am the architect of this darkness, now take my leave from here. Leaving this mystery right here is not my defeat, but the victory of your memories. Now, when you look at your face in the mirror, perhaps you will not see the face you once knew. From now on, in every silent room, you will hear my whisper.
The story is not ending here; rather, it will now begin within your existence. The sharpest shard of that broken mirror is now with you. Walk carefully, lest it leaves your soul bloodied.
Would you like to become a part of this story? Will you help me find your own grave? You have become a pawn... my pawn... the pawn of death. Ha ha ha!
Yasir: The Void Writer