Pick up the dropped glow-stick

You fumble around, trying to pick up the glow-stick. Your fingers are too numb to close around it properly.

Then its light goes out. The earring's light goes out as well. The darkness is thicker than ever.

The darkness kisses you and the cold, dark thing spills itself into your mouth. The cold and dark becomes a part of you. Its loneliness becomes a part of you.

You return to Earth and wrap the world in your frigid embrace. Humans flee from you but cannot escape you. In a world that the sun cannot reach, all things die.

Except for you. When everything else is gone, you seek companionship and paradise in yet another place...

The End.