Swallowed

In the quiet of the night, the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable. The stars, like distant lanterns, cast a faint glow on the landscape, their light flickering in the gentle breeze. The air was thick with anticipation, a silent symphony of nature's whispers.

Rissa May stood at the edge of the cliff, her heart pounding in her chest. She had come to this place seeking solace, but instead, she found herself on the precipice of an abyss. The moonlight danced on the waves below, creating a shimmering path that seemed to beckon her forward.

Her fingers traced the cool, rough surface of the cliff, feeling the ancient strength of the rock beneath her touch. She closed her eyes, trying to find the courage to take that final step. The world around her seemed to slow, as if time itself was holding its breath, waiting for her decision.

With a deep breath, she took a step forward. The ground gave way beneath her, and for a moment, she felt the weightlessness of flight. The wind rushed past her, a symphony of sound that filled her ears. She was swallowed by the night, becoming one with the darkness.

As she fell, she felt a strange sense of peace. The weight of the world seemed to lift from her shoulders, and for the first time in a long time, she felt free. The stars watched her descent, their light fading as she disappeared into the abyss.

In the end, Rissa May was swallowed by the night, her story a whisper on the wind. The world continued to turn, unaware of the silent tragedy that had unfolded. Only the stars knew the truth, and they kept it close, a secret hidden in the depths of the night.