Without notice, her world went silent. There was no breath, no movement. It was as if a flame had engulfed time and space, dissolving all the light that had existed.
An emptiness now engulfed her, no breaches of breath, no echoing beats; nothing. Life had been stripped away for all eternity. The enclosing blackness held nothing, even sense had long since vanished. Space had no end. Gravity was no native. There was no berth for thoughts and feelings, no flames bickering in the girl's mind. Separation had gone too far. Memories of her previous existence had deceased. And yet tucked away in the emptiness, the girl desired even a flicker of light, an ounce of feeling; emotion, a flicker or a burn.
The girl had let herself be stripped of her culture, her humanity, who she was. She had forgotten to look at the entire timeline and had instead held the past under lock and key. She had gotten all her ambitious desires and yet, there lay no joy, satisfaction or jubilance in the pit of her heart. She was lost in a void; alone, empty.
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Light wasn't one thing; it was many. It was the foster family she grew up with, it was the culture she had to wear upon her skin. Light was the fear of imperfection and it was growing up too soon. But most of all light was her. It was each bad block that built her into being. And she had knocked down the tower.
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Lost in a Void
Short StoryThere she sits alone and haunted by each passing thought. She never belongs, she never lives. She just exists. "Separation is an outcast. It holds its victims by the throat and slowly wraps its fingers around them. It lives, feeding on the lonely, b...
