I'm standing at the edge of existence. Behind me, a thousand monsters descend. Their disguises change with each stride.
When they look in a mirror, do they see their true selves?
Arms open wide. In front of me is nothing. No one ever knew how existence would end. Sure, they made assumptions: Fire, flood, plague, etc. They studied the skies for locusts and watched for rain. They built their cities, destroyed the forests and poisoned the water. Warning signs left behind in the ruins of ancient civilisations have been misinterpreted. The sins of mankind are always to blame. But who would have guessed it would be so grey? So empty.
Is there really a way back?
Hello? Is there anyone there?
Sorry, wrong number.
There are too many thoughts to cover in such little time. I knew they would find me. I'm glowing in the moonlight. My darkness was too bright to hide forever. They find all of us eventually. They play the odds and they're up a thousand to one.
In front of me is nothing. No bright lights, no darkness. No energy. Just nothing.
There is no future because we no longer have a past. Our present is devised of basic survival and it's about to end.
They have made sure of that.
I am NOTHING.
I am existence.
I am pain.
I kneel down in the dirt and write some of my last words.
I'd speak them but there is no one left to listen.
GAME OVER
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Dark Inside
Random4 Earthquakes shudder across the world 3 Something is released 2 Trust no one - Not even yourself 1 The killing game has begun... A re-typed book originally by author Jeyn Roberts. I personally take no credit for the contents of this book. A murdero...
