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Why?
Why do you remain?
There is nothing but darkness here.
Then run. Run through the darkness. What could possibly stop you?
You run through the darkness. Wind bears down on your skin, lashing and whipping hair along your face. Tears brim in your eyes from the sting of the air. Oxygen seems to thin, each breath lessening and lessening until they are no longer yours.
It hurts to run.
You scream.
You laugh and scream as your charge through the darkness. It peels off of you, unraveling, dissipating. The shadows cannot keep up with you.
With your eyes closed, you scream again, this final breath—your voice—deeply your own.
Doubt weighs upon you. You wish you could scream your fears away, breach that endless dark and run. Your hand reaches towards the cold wall, and whilst using it as a point of reference, you turn back to where you were initially facing.
Your bones thrum with adrenaline.
Upon your final breath, a cold air—different from the last—fills your lungs. It’s not thick and heavy like the air of the dark, the feeling of wind drifting as if in a huge open space.
Slowly, you open your eyes to an endless sky dappled with stars.