If death is the endpoint of life, then what's the point of living?
Everyone dies eventually—so why not now?
Why cling to something destined to end?
Some might say:
"Life is a fleeting breath, a whisper in time,
A line drawn in sand, knowing it will fade.
Yet it stretches, reaching, longing to climb,
Not fearing the end, but embracing the shade."
The dead may call the living cowards—
Afraid.
Running from fate until they stumble and fall.
But the living reply:
"Why yield to the dark,
When the flame still burns, when there's light to proclaim?"
A fire knows it will dwindle and die,
Yet it blazes—fierce—against the night.
Not fearing the ash, nor mourning the sky,
But living its moment, bold and bright.
For life is not measured by where it will cease,
Nor bound by the silence that waits at its door.
It is found in the spark, the struggle, the peace—
In the space between,
In the longing for more.
This story is about Zen—someone caught in a web of impossible choices, a man who must find the strength to keep living even after losing everything. It's about discovering that even in the darkest of times, the will to survive isn't always about the fight for glory. Sometimes, it's about finding that spark in yourself, that tiny glimmer of hope that refuses to fade. Zen's journey is one of survival, sacrifice, and searching for something beyond just the act of existing. He's torn between who he was and what he's becoming, but at the heart of it all, it's his desire to save the one person who still believes in him—his sister—that drives him.