Everything was dark, and it is in this darkness where we all fall, for somehow the only path seems to be forward, but it also goes down, down into the shadow and the mist, concealing everything that exists beyond my grasp, preventing my eyes from seeing what lies in the end of this eternal spiral of going down.
The voice of the angel grows louder behind my back, their sweet and beautiful tones calling me to retrace my steps, to erase the chosen path, to take it all back, their light feels so warm, it's a touch of home, it's so perfect it can only be a trap, close your eyes and keep running towards the shadow, my child.
A lightning strikes, shattering the dark, everything seems better, with no end in sight. I can see now all the forms hidden by the dark, there's nothing, only fear with no corner left to hide, but it was just a glimpse, for the lightning has passed and the shadows slowly start to crept back...
