Moonlight, My Dear - SCP Foundation

In the morning, all that is left will be her body.

She woke up wheezing, dying, finally unearthing herself for the first time in a millennium.

She was buried thousands of years ago, she was a witch, a horrible beast that they were afraid of.

Sealed away in stone and plunged deep into the earth, she spent every waking moment biting and clawing at her tomb.

The dirt has been wedged deep in her fingers, the stone has been implanted into her skin.

Every second,

Every day,

She became one with the soil beneath and above her.

Her body grew weaker, it ached more and more.

But now, she was free.

That was all that mattered for her.

She looked upon the land, too weak to move any further.

It hurts. It hurt.

Yet,

She knew she had spent too long down there.

She knows her time has come.

Her body had already surrendered; she was not meant to return.

And despite that, she looked up into the sky,

The vast, inky black sky,

And it was good.