The corner of no hope

She will die,

because her instincts are going up, and here she needs to go down. Because her basic thoughts are playing against her.

Because she only knew to make it better, to work harder, even if it means going against the wall again and again. She's the best explorer that got lost in the corner of a new world.

She will die because she flies, her skills are her destiny. Her aims are her life, and now she lost her mission, surviving it's not an option anymore.

She will die at the moment she found something different in her world, the environment is different now, the world has changed for her. There's no way to escape.

And now there she is, getting crazy, going around and around, she's blocked finding the solutions. She's desperate to find some air, it's difficult to breathe now.

And she will try, and she will run, and she will panic. She will repeat everything she knows, every attempt, every step. She will work harder, and even better, now desperation is in every move.

She will die at the moment she got tired, the moment she realises she's an insect in the world of giants.

And she will die in the corner of no hope.

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