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Yet again I'm surrounded in the Darkness. It's familiar, a constant reliance in a twisting world. I grope around searching for a guide, seeking some measure of knowledge of my surrounding. To no avail I wander aimlessly throughout, never stopping to consider a course to pursue. Only the Dark and myself. My feet glide as if flying and I miss a step, plunging into Nothing. I know this place, this dank and disgusting place. I've been here before many times before. And again I am unable to delay my inevitable return. I was taken by surprise, caught blindsighted from behind. Shoved headlong back to my insecurity. The floor begins to rise, but it's not the floor at all. The waters begin to swirl gently below me, quickening with every passing second. Soon the thrashing tide has consumed half of me. Before I have time to think, to run, to blink, I'm caught in the whirlpool. Choking and disoriented I search frantically for the surface. Everywhere it is nothing but the water, the sea, the ocean. A body filled with malice and hatred, shame, constraint, and loathing. Unable to escape, for the source is that which I cannot run from. A moment's solice and I break the surface gaping for air. The waves beat down upon me, forcing me once again into the turmoil. With a new found vigor I push against my captivity and reach the surface once again. Bobbing on the open sea, adrift and alone I scan the horizon. Only the waves provide company. The sky, void of all but my gaze. Where did this strength come from? Nothing held me afloat, only pure will prevented me from sinking. The creeping cold approaches slowly, tactfully, menacingly. It sees its next victim. A weak and tired soul. One who would surely surrender to the sweet embrace of Nothingness. To be released once and for all. All of a sudden a flash of light catches my eye. Whether it be mirage or phantom streak, I cannot help but strive and run and fight. Fight for my life. To prove that I will live. The cold retreats, my cause too bold to dare tangle with. Better to wait when the waves reach their peak again and plunge me down. I grow tired, searching the skyline, the horizon, for the Phantom Light. It couldn't be a dream, nor a false wish. My mind perplexed, unable to, or rather unwanting to find a reason to keep the quest alive. What would it be to sink? To be swallowed by this sea of horror, a sea of my own creation, would I earn redemption? Would I be forgiven for all my sins? For every apology not given, every word of remorse never delivered, I deserve my fate. A hand grasps my shoulder. I turn. I see his face and begin to cry. I know it's time. Time for me has at last run out. My tears now mixing with the water, becoming even more tainted than the time of creation. I bow my head and go under. The light now fading, slowly dimming until a bare flicker remains of all that I knew. My final rest is upon me now. Goodnight.
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