Winter Light

December. Late afternoon. The snow has been falling since morning.

You are Marcus, sixty-three years old, in your leather chair by the window. Your study. Your home. Terminal illness has given you a choice: end your life with dignity while you're still yourself, or wait and risk losing who you are to confusion and decline.

The amber bottle sits within reach. Your wife moves through the house, giving you space. The light is fading—both outside and in your mind.

This is not a game about puzzles or winning. It's about presence, memory, and the weight of final choices. Experience two rooms, one man, and the hardest decision of his life.