Last hour of everyone's life
Introduction: last hour of human seems very curiosity.
In the hushed expanse of the death row corridor, a veil of silence shrouds the atmosphere, painted in somber shades of deep indigo and charcoal π. The impending reality of imminent death hangs heavy like a dark cloud, casting a pall of ash gray and midnight black β οΈ. The measured footsteps of a guard reverberate through the cell block, resonating like somber heartbeats, as they come to a halt before the cell of the condemned inmate, the flicker of fluorescent lighting casting a faint bluish hue πΆββοΈ. Within the hour, a lethal cocktail will course through this unfortunate prisoner's veins, its contents representing a chilling countdown to their demise, tinted with the eerie glint of toxic green π. A subdued sob, like a note of melancholy, punctuates the air, its emotional tones a blend of muted lavender and tearful cerulean π’, capturing the profound weight of this grim actuality.