Reminiscence

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This is a short story about revenge or something along the lines.

(This is my first story ever written so please go ham at criticising my work.)

Death.

It is a form of punishment or torture.

And can be also be a form of salvation.

Ultimately, it forms different perspectives depending on the beholder itself and on how the beholder take it as.

Life.

A point in time where finding your purpose.

Purpose, of life itself and experience its flow, either epiphany or hell.

Death.

It is an end.

A point of no return.

It also makes the beholder feel free, breaking away from the chain of life.

It makes the beholder recollect and reflect when crossing the boundary between life and death.

Boundaries.

A place where a path will ultimately, be chosen with or without consideration in the decision, free.

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A place where recounting life, take it as a feeling.

The joys and sorrow accumulated, playing back, making the beholder reexperience life.

"Reminiscing."