I want to start by saying that, regardless of what I do, the end is the end.

We can't run from it, we can't fight it, but we will live like existence isn't finite.

There. I gave you hope. Run with it.

If you don't,

will snatch it from your hands.

Because this will not end well.

This will not end well for any of us.

Face you fears. Kill them. Keep moving until the light inevitably burns out.