1401 Nights

On 2 December 2004, I was murdered. I am no longer the same person I used to be.

Since then, it's been endless nights without daylight. I kept telling myself it's possibily a nightmare, but each breath I take reinforces the reality. It really happened, and it's the 1401th night since I've been standing at the edge of the abyss of despair.

The air is thin, the wind is cold and I am all alone here. I concluded that happiness is a luxury and emotions are unbearable.

But I was redefined by this scenery. I now realised that it's my opportunity to make a contribution to the humanity, to change it for the better.

I was lost, but now I am finally on the path to the end and the beginning.