The Worlds DownFall

Before

A couple of months before, I stumbled upon this letter. I woke up with a feeling of dizziness. My vision was blurry and dark, my body ached with pain, and my mind was in confusion. I had no memory of anything whatsoever of who I was or where I was. At that moment, I realized that I was lying on the cold marble floor, where I absently used my left hand to search for something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Then, I stumbled upon an object. My fingers gently grabbed it and felt around it. It had two sticks on each side and two pieces of glass, but one side was damaged somehow. I put them on to find my vision restored. But to great surprise, my eyes only saw darkness and despair in the air. Accompanied by a cold breeze, breathing down on this abandoned house, in which I so happened to be. I stood upward, shivering as I took in my surroundings. I was in a small home, or what it seems to be a cottage. It looks rather torn and empty. The windows shine only the moonlight. As dim as it may be, it was the only thing helping me to see in the darkness. Everything seemed messy and out of place as if a hurricane destroyed the house in one sitting. The walls looked old and worn out, somewhat like a battling ground. But honestly, I was mostly surprised at how strong the walls are. It may have some open wounds and scars, but somehow, it still stands strong and tall. Despite its poor condition. The ground also has a faded pattern with the sound of its creaky floorboards that go along with every step I take. I held myself together tightly. My hands rubbed together like sandpaper to create some kind of warmth within my fingertips. However, no matter how much I tried, my hands would still feel as cold as a dead corpse. As I continued to move forward, I felt my skin crawl with the uneasy feeling of being watched from above. Now and then, I would quickly turn my head from side to side and up and down to only find nothing but the cottage's unwelcoming presence. That disturbed me more than my body and soul combined. Without warning, I stumbled upon a wooden door. It had a silhouette of a woman who was about to enter the room before she became one with the door. What could have happened, I wondered? How could a door survive its fall while this woman died in an instant? As if the house had perhaps cooked her to a crisp? Burned her alive? Or was this not the houses doing... but something else... that was in greater power than anything humanity has ever seen? Questions upon questions continued to stack my small-minded brain as I continued to stare off at this particular door of mystery. To open it would be my downfall, but to not open it would kill me with suspense. However, do I wish to stare into the great beyond and move on from this unique door, or do I go into the same fate as this silhouette has? Without thinking it through, my hand suddenly had a mind of its own and opened the door for me…