Darkness... Not only in the look of the place, but in the feel of
it. The kind of darkness that makes you question whether or not
light even exists. Dot to say that you couldn't see anything, the
street lights and the occasional store sign made that possible. But
nothing could be seen quite clearly enough. Almost as if a dull fog
had wrapped itself around your head, confusing your thoughts and
twisting reality. I continued walking down the street, my steps
creating an elusive beat of repetition. An indistinct commotion
far in the distance caught my attention. What was it? A scream?
Almost a whisper, maybe. Maybe it's just my mind yelling at me to
get out of here. But I can't. I am here for something. But what?
I think I am meeting someone. I forgot. But one thing I know, I
can't stop walking. Even if I wanted to, I feel as if I would be
breaking some law, some unspoken rule to keep calm and keep calm.
I am so comfortable with my environment, yet I want to break free.
The beat of my pulse matches that of my footsteps, pairing with the
hum of the lights. The ebb of the whole city seems to revolve
around me, and with each step, the claws of the dismal cold creep
closer toward my heart. The song of death. The thought rushes
through my head and dives into some obscure corner of my brain,
taunting me as it slips away. Its almost as if an intense pain is
enveloping my entire being, making me feel as if I will
spontaneously rip myself apart. I want to, but I know I can't.
But why? I take a left at the next street corner, certain this is
the way. It looks exactly the same as the last. Is it the same
street? I urge myself to believe otherwise and continue further
into the mass. I settle into a pace and keep walking, walking,
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