(Written in my new style)
It came so suddenly, and now, I can feel something rising from my soul. Something fragile, yet impossibly powerful. That's what it feels like right now—this rising tension, this rising force… and warmth. Yes. Warmth. It spreads through me, subtle at first, then flooding my veins. I no longer feel cold. I no longer feel empty.
"Gaon—your chest!" The eerie voice screams into my mind the very moment my life begins to slip away.
And then—it blooms.
Like a flower of life bursting open inside my chest. Seven colors flare to life within me… but one stands out. Faint. Dim. Pink. Flickering weakly, like a candle in a storm.
The Sin of Lust.
I feel it. I know it. Not as depravity, but as desire. The craving to win this fight. The ache to keep breathing, even when I should already be dead.
The desire to live.
