And then—
11:59 PM. The ground dissolved. They were no longer sitting; they were floating in a white abyss. The chat box lagged. te amarei para sempre online
11:52 PM. The sky in-game began to glitch. Polygons tore apart. The music—a soft, melancholic lute tune—began to stutter. And then— 11:59 PM
She typed back: “No. But I will be in the chapel at midnight. And I will stay until the last photon dies.” December 31st. 11:30 PM. te amarei para sempre online