The darkness is where things pop out at you.
Things - good and bad - slither into your mind like a snake.
You suffocate in the darkness and confusion.
You can't differentiate between the good and the bad.*
This... This castle you've carefully constructed for yourself.
Brick by brick, you've built it with care.
Was it worth it?
Is it something good?
Have you built a masterpiece?
Or have you built a deadly contraption that hangs over your head as it puts your life in constant peril.
The darkness closes in as the light you risked everything for begins to fade.*
Your tears blur your vision of the last sight of beauty as you slowly slip away.
You have a choice to make.
Succumb to the damning darkness?
Or fight your way through it, chin up, fists swinging?
See, your dilemma here is that you don't know which path leads to which.
You've approached that path in your life where you're left to choose for yourself.
"You feel underprepared, don't you?"
You're not sure what you hear.*
It is but a faint whisper in the deafening silence.*
A beat.
Nothing.
Your imagination is getting the better of you as you fumble around in the darkness.
Of all the things you know, the only thing you can think of are the two paths.
Despite the darkness, you know where the paths are.
Each is a different option, but they both draw you in and pull you towards their end.
"How do I know there are not more paths," you wonder, "maybe one leads to both of the options I seek. Maybe the fighting against the darkness can lead me in the direction I know and believe is right!"
You think that sounds right, but you only remember two paths.
Suddenly, you're feeling sick to your stomach.*
You start to sweat.
You're feeling clammy.*
Your rationality ceases to help you.
You try to grasp at all of the knowledge you've accumulated over the years.*
It's worthless.*
When you can't see, you're blind.
How can you physically apply physical knowledge in the dark?*
You cannot make a light.*
You have nothing.
"I am nothing," you think, "wouldn't it be better to just stay here and not take either of the paths?"*
You begin to shiver.*
"This is probably the end."
There's the voice again.*
"You've tried all you could, now..."
The voice is joined with another:
"You still have a choice to make..."
Words mix as you try and hold together your brick walls.
Soon, the rumbling in your head is joined by the rumbling of your castle.
Mind and castle both shatter.
You fall to your knees as your sift through the wreckage of your magnificent creation.
You're crying again, but you can't tell why.
Is it because your masterpiece is destroyed?
Or is it because you can start fresh?
You're no longer bound by the past.*
"You are dead, "the voice says once again.*
You know it's true.
Any sense of accomplishment you just had - gone.*
You pound your fist on the ground and as your sweat and tears fall to the ground.
You turn your head up.
You can't tell if there's a ceiling or if it's the sky.
Then, you break the silence.
You scream out as loud as you can.
You curse yourself.*
You hate yourself.
You feel worthless.
You scream at God and anyone else who can hear your anger,
"What am I supposed to do?"
Your yelling just echoes.*
You're all alone on this one.
You've prepared for it all your life.
Now... you have to decide.
Things - good and bad - slither into your mind like a snake.
You suffocate in the darkness and confusion.
You can't differentiate between the good and the bad.*
This... This castle you've carefully constructed for yourself.
Brick by brick, you've built it with care.
Was it worth it?
Is it something good?
Have you built a masterpiece?
Or have you built a deadly contraption that hangs over your head as it puts your life in constant peril.
The darkness closes in as the light you risked everything for begins to fade.*
Your tears blur your vision of the last sight of beauty as you slowly slip away.
You have a choice to make.
Succumb to the damning darkness?
Or fight your way through it, chin up, fists swinging?
See, your dilemma here is that you don't know which path leads to which.
You've approached that path in your life where you're left to choose for yourself.
"You feel underprepared, don't you?"
You're not sure what you hear.*
It is but a faint whisper in the deafening silence.*
A beat.
Nothing.
Your imagination is getting the better of you as you fumble around in the darkness.
Of all the things you know, the only thing you can think of are the two paths.
Despite the darkness, you know where the paths are.
Each is a different option, but they both draw you in and pull you towards their end.
"How do I know there are not more paths," you wonder, "maybe one leads to both of the options I seek. Maybe the fighting against the darkness can lead me in the direction I know and believe is right!"
You think that sounds right, but you only remember two paths.
Suddenly, you're feeling sick to your stomach.*
You start to sweat.
You're feeling clammy.*
Your rationality ceases to help you.
You try to grasp at all of the knowledge you've accumulated over the years.*
It's worthless.*
When you can't see, you're blind.
How can you physically apply physical knowledge in the dark?*
You cannot make a light.*
You have nothing.
"I am nothing," you think, "wouldn't it be better to just stay here and not take either of the paths?"*
You begin to shiver.*
"This is probably the end."
There's the voice again.*
"You've tried all you could, now..."
The voice is joined with another:
"You still have a choice to make..."
Words mix as you try and hold together your brick walls.
Soon, the rumbling in your head is joined by the rumbling of your castle.
Mind and castle both shatter.
You fall to your knees as your sift through the wreckage of your magnificent creation.
You're crying again, but you can't tell why.
Is it because your masterpiece is destroyed?
Or is it because you can start fresh?
You're no longer bound by the past.*
"You are dead, "the voice says once again.*
You know it's true.
Any sense of accomplishment you just had - gone.*
You pound your fist on the ground and as your sweat and tears fall to the ground.
You turn your head up.
You can't tell if there's a ceiling or if it's the sky.
Then, you break the silence.
You scream out as loud as you can.
You curse yourself.*
You hate yourself.
You feel worthless.
You scream at God and anyone else who can hear your anger,
"What am I supposed to do?"
Your yelling just echoes.*
You're all alone on this one.
You've prepared for it all your life.
Now... you have to decide.
P.S. I don't know what the asterisks are for. They just kind of appeared after I put it up. Ignore them.
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