I arrived at this off-white endless space God knows when, and I've wandered this place for what feels like even longer. However, I know that this isn't the only place I've been before. The fragments I'm left with don't make sense for a place like this. Don't get me wrong, a place like this isn't as bad as it sounds, but my life that once was seemed better.
These are the things I remember.
I've named this place the Calm. Now just because things are calm doesn't mean things are good. You see the Calm is always cold, not a shivering cold but a numbing cold. A cold you didn't mind, but still wished you had a coat. The Calm is always quiet, not a scary quiet but a calming quiet. You could still hear yourself think, but not your heart beat.
A fog surrounded me, and although I never feared the fog itself I could never see beyond the fog nor could I navigate it, but that didn't stop me from walking. My fear came whenever the fog became heavy, I could only stand still by myself. The fog is eventually supposed to lift, right?
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The Fog
ContoThe Void is everywhere, you can't escape it. It's in every person, behind every laugh, every scream and every cry. The Void is patient even if you think you have reached spring the Void will forever loom over your peace. Will you let it convince y...
