Just as we arrived, we can also leave. Disappeared between the places. There are times when we fall to one side or the other, and in this world of stuff and lies, our light grows dim. In amongst the half-truths, and the material wealth, our conviction, and our purpose is diminished. The wounds of old cannot be mended here, because in this world, time is the healer.
Here, in the bright lights, our footsteps falter, and we can no longer find each other as we could out in the Void. We become wrapped up in this Place, and we forget.
We forget, until that cool darkness begins to breathe and grow again, and tug at our feet. Within us now, is a piece of that uncaring, that deep apathy. With every footstep we take away, it grows a little larger, and consumes a little of the light within us.
But it yearns. It yearns to return to that dark place where it was born, but in doing so, it risks its own destruction, for in the Void, we are no longer creatures of it's darkness, but rather beings of our own light.
And it is with us, that this line between light and dark becomes blurred, and harder to trod.
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Yeah. It's a shame that it's the end of this little story. I particularly like this new art style, so I'll keep practicing with it every now and again. The writing has always been there though, I just needed the right time and mood to make it apparent on the screen.
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