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sometime i'll come to my senses. i drifted from first person third person carelessly, forcing myself to see from behind my own eyes.

in that moment, i could see what was small grow into something larger and more grotesque,

it's gaunt limbs grasping at each other for comfort.

i could never make out what it was, but it instilled a fear in me i never forgot.

-- z.

"THE END,"

a worn sign read as it stood tall, the only thing making light of it being the shadow it cast. the bold letters pierced through him most strangely as he dragged his eyes across them. gazing upon the END, it glared back at the visitor with the likeness of glass eyes.

of course, other folks had visited prior; the remnants of their presence had been scattered along the ground. only the bureaucrats of time could tell how long it had been since. however, the absence became deafening, and desolate thoughts crept ar we ound the visitor’s spine.

this sign—the END and anything similar—unnerved him to his core. staring into it left him with a void strong enough to rid of anything near it. If there was anything at all. this was a gut feeling that no one could shake, a looming fog of peculiar sadness that had filled the air. with a moment’s notice, however, the coddling arms of empty air and liminality brought peace to the visitor.

though this odd warning was the only thing keeping him company, the presence of absence had grown on him in time.

-- z.