Snow.

I remember seeing a reel on instagram saying 'the masculine urge to bleed out here' with a photo of an empty field covered in snow, and I cannot agree more. It just feels so... peaceful to die there, the cold seeping into your brittle and weak bones reminding you that you're still alive and that your end is nearing, the sound of the wind travelling, making you realize that life on earth will continue even after your death, the fresh air filling up your lungs for the very last time, the same way it filled you for the very first time. The sounds of people calling out your name that sound in your head for the very last time, will they know you are gone? Will they weep? Will they be happy to have known such a person? Will they miss you? you hope they do. Soon, your body will be the last thing left of you. Will other people remember you? Will they know what have you done, the good and the bad? Will they remember your achievements? Will they be safe and happy even without you?