As soon as I sit down, I swear I could feel the wet blood. But how? I’ve got my suit on. A part of me wants to move, but my heart says no, I want to stay here. I feel myself falling down in the flesh as the leaking hole in the planet closes. I feel veins growing all over my body, tying me tightly and sinking into my skin. My vision is glitched, the suit resists the strong pressure, yet I feel like I’m losing oxygen and blood. I hear the huge heart beating louder. When it beats, I beat. It hurts. I’m incredibly scared. I get it, this is the help you needed. You needed me. Literally me. You need my flesh to reconstruct yours. The visor starts to glitch, I can only see meaningless colours as a crimson stain of blood starts to cover my eyes. You’re mean, Mr Planet. I’m mean. I’m ashamed of being you. I know it’s useless, but I’m trying to fight it. You won’t consume me. You won’t consume me. You can't consume me. You can't consu
