"that night when we were on call, it wasn't just the two of us... The whole time he was there, behind you, while you told me about being tired of being alive, of being stuck to the flesh, of your discomfort with this reality there ... And throughout our conversation he whispered about patience. anyway... now that it's gone I understand what he meant, because eventually, at one way or another, this discomfort may even return but it passes, because we doesn't live in a single reality..."
animated gif in pixel art resulting from a night experience of depression and suicidal reflections.