However, after the first few moments you hear the cries of a dying planet, you come to question it, even knowing the hope of rebirth, for the dismal realization of one's mortality is as strong. The voices ringing out in terror as one as they feel the deathly calm wash over them, all the same - so very useless, as if their terrified screams could bring to a standstill the impending doom or become the key to the salvation of their souls. But all with life were born to die, just as snow spirals down only to fade at the slight warmth of flesh and blood. I feel myself feeling such a consciousness as The Silence finally begins to befall me. My thoughts turn to myself.
To say I regret dying would be for me to tell a lie. I have come to the conclusion of this labyrinth and desire nothing more than to rest. Everything is spinning now, dancing in a strange rondo of darkness and light spiraling towards the heavens. My princess is dead, the light of youth long ago extinguished from my amethyst eyes, my parents dead for years before, I am friendless…even if destiny salvaged the Silver Millennium, what had I to fall back on, to take reassurance in and fight for?
Perhaps, even as the stars' shining illumination fades and my eyes become sightless, there is hope in rebirth for even a Messiah of Silence. My body falls limp, and I feel the final stage of death drawing upon me…my end is nigh.
Disclaimer: Well, I don't THINK anyone's so moronic as to believe I own Sailor Moon - or Sailor Saturn, for that matter, but just in case, my name is not Naoko Takeuchi. Also notable about me is that I own about $5.26 and nothing else. If you want to sue me...I pity you.
And, why yes. Yes, I do realize how overdone this is.