Speck of Light

A figure walked aimlessly in an abyss, with motion of such dim weariness.

Where sound is lost, no steps are heard.

Without vision, no direction is found.

Yet all transpires within the labyrinth of nothingness.

And as it's where existence is bred, One, not more than Two, seeks its beginning.

They wait, however, impatient.

"P.. apa... papa..." It pleads. Inaudible as more arises, it knows no cease.

It must finish its solemn vow.

Until the endless space caves in to choke its words.

The motion halts.

Now within a tunnel, it stood...

and from afar, as dull as it may be, a speck of light shone.

"My beautiful Ahriadne..."