… It smothers and stifles like oil on wings. Falling, plummeting, rocketing down. Brilliance fades and grey descends, fading to black. Dark. Dense. Nothingness. There is no pain, there is simply a void, absence.
Does the shadow keep me from combusting in the heady radiance? Or is it merely the ashen, apocalyptic fallout of exploded dreams?
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