(This is more about the process of death, instead of a moment in life that seems to last forever, why not write about a moment in the process of death that’s seems to last for an eternity(also because I couldn’t think of anything that goes along with the prompt)) Some people, call the light of death bright. So, why do I only see darkness? The kind of dark that appears when you close your eyes. The kind of darkness, that reveals itself the moment you turn out the lights. However, I never said this was bad darkness, it's my darkness. After all, if everyone calls the white light of immorality bright. Then, maybe in the afterlife I can proudly be the goddess of dark.