There I was. No longer a larvae crawling in my own sweet filth. Trapped within the comb. This was it. This was what I waited for. I didn't know I was joining a war. A war both real and in my soul. At first it was okay. The ladybugs would keep their distance. The world was bright, but soon it became dark. My soul in torment as I saw in my own eyes that the world was so small... so flat... the thought tormented me. I was truly alone. In all my efforts to die, I simply flew through the world... literally. Was this punishment for my sins? Was this my hell? Why? Why? Why? But I just kept going... it was hard to bear. So much blood and death. Soon I found myself in the cosmos. My flat home and all it's horrors drifting slowly behind me. At one point I was sure I heard Frieza screaming in the distance... so this was hell. Eventually I could see the sun. I flew to it for... for at least minutes... never reaching my destination. Death itself was out of reach. Eluding me. There was no hope. No life. I set adrift in space. Eventually I stopped thinking altogether. I'm no hero.

10/10

2025. The legend remains strong.