Red, bright, dark, pooling, dripping. It laps around my ankles as I trudge through it. Knocking aside the shit that attempts to cling to me as I pass it by, as though it wishes it could drag me back down.
Down where? I do not know, it is a shadow of a vague sense of a feeling. Maybe a memory of some time before, or maybe a conjuring of what my mind used to fear. I fear nothing now, I know nothing now beyond this red. It slides down my form, painting me in intrinsic patterns.
I continue, I cannot stop, I do not remember why. It has been a long time since I have had time to myself and my thoughts.
It does not matter, I have a purpose. To survive.
To what end I do not know, I doubt I will ever know.
A trumpet sounds on the horizon, as a dark orb shines in the sky. More come, I turn to them, my vision blurs as unfamiliar colours swim in front of my eyes. It makes no difference, they will be red soon.
I hear them shouting something unintelligible and the figures slowly get larger.
I wait silently, I give myself a few more seconds of rest before it begins again.
And the red, for a moment.
Paints the sky.
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