The only thought of the ill-bloomed pearl, the last reminiscence of their life. When all faded to black. An explosion of pure darkness… no, the purple haze was barely visible. Lighting just enough to realize the total darkness. The thought, the acceptance, of death. Feeling the situation around, and believing the end is naught, and accepting the situation… All others around, exhausting their minds, looking for a way out. A way to escape this hell… Thus unable to focus on the details that don’t truly matter in the situation… When one can completely accept the situation they are forced into, then, they will be able to see an exit. Or as i see it further… An entrance…