I wrote this with Kurt in mind, for some reason, but anybody works. I did write this really late with barely any sleep, and quite a while ago, too, so keep that in mind.
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The world I once knew is gone.
Reduced to ash and cinders, shadows and dust.
Smoke fills my lungs as the sun beats down on me mercilessly, even though it's not doing anything for the light. I'm so tired; I want to lie down and fall into a deep sleep... But I have to keep going, I have to keep myself alive... The Mindcrackers are depending on me.
Ahead of me, I see it. I see the faintest shimmer of light, like a single match burning in the smoky darkness.
My future.
Their future.
My reason for continuing onwards.
But it isn't clear. If only I could focus my eyes.
Onwards on the desolate path that once held so much colour, so many happy memories...
Now it only holds fear.
Fear of death.
Fear of not seeing them again.
Fear of failing them, leaving them to die.
Though I feel dead on my feet, the match, my hope, burns with the intensity of a thousand suns, but no brighter than a small torch.
By the gods, I will reach it...
Or die trying.
Once again, I only see the dismal wasteland that once was our precious server, Mindcrack. The shadows, cinders and dust, infecting us with its toxicity.
After being lost for god knows how long, I see my match clearly.
So close, yet so far away. How hard, but rewarding, it would be if I could just reach that light. Find the others. Save them.
If only I could focus my eyes, and see the thousands of matches on the very floor I am walking on, waiting to be lit. Pleading to be lit.
The light that is there, though. How far away could it possibly be? After all this time, still barely in my line of sight. I cough again, lungs filling with smoke once more.
Is this my future?
Or simply my end?
I start having doubts. Maybe I spent too long trying to catch the light, when I should have let it illuminate my path.
Just as I am sure all hope is lost, I take in my surroundings.
Suddenly, I see what I didn't before.
Millions of lit matches.
Everywhere I look, there is future to grasp.
Other lost souls, perhaps, searching for the same light, for someone to experience it with. How much easier it would be to gather them all, and make one big fire.
And help everyone.
If only I could focus.
Then I could save them all.
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I have no clue what the heck I just wrote, but I'm not going to question it. #Iwrotethisatlike3inthemorninglikearebel
