I saw it. I saw it with my two eyes. Smell it with the two holes of my nose. Heard it with my two ears. Tasted it on my tongue and felt it with my whole body.
None can get out of it. No one can.
It's like your falling into the pit. The deepest pit of all times. But you can't call it a pit at the same time because nothing's really around you.
No ground that you can hold onto. No ground that could help you prevent falling, from breaking every inch of your bones.
Not even light.
You're just falling.
All you need is a hand. A hand that's a hundred times bigger. A hand from above that pit, which will help you stand up on the surface.
Only, it appears to work in a supernatural way. It's beyond human comprehension, but also beyond human compassion, kindness, goodness, or love. Especially love.
It's a miracle-worker, that hand. It never failed to save lives. And I don't doubt it'll save mine.
But then, if it never failed to save lives, how did some lives fail to live?
And that's why it's beyond human compression. The hand is a mystery that even Sherlock Holmes cannot deduce. We'll just hope we'll discover it soon.
