𐔥ᥲᥣᥣᥱᥒ ᦔᥲᥙⳋhtᥱr

...Black liquid flows from my mouth, blood, I just fell from the sky, damaged my organs, but survived, I saw my blood for the first time, everything around me is unknown, I am an abandoned child, unpleasant. Physical pain is incomparable with mental torment, with this scream inside, which cannot be quenched, I look at the light that fades with every moment, but is still reflected in my amber eyes, and mentally say: "My father, Lord, why are you with me, your daughter?"

The curtain of heaven closes, with the answer: "That's the price of your freedom."