Edge of Creation

I am so sick of the silence. The crushing weight of my old life is finally gone, burned away into the black, and I am walking away from the ashes.

I don't know where I'm going, only that the massive, bleeding light ahead is terrifying. It feels like a warning, a dangerous void that could swallow me whole.

But my feet keep moving because I have nowhere else to go. The past is a dead end, and the future is a nightmare.

I am trapped between two hells, forcing myself to walk into the fire because the darkness behind me has nothing left to offer.