For my dearest love and unforgettable companion during the devilish hours of night.
Deep underground, a low hum stirs the darkness of eternal night. What calls it forth? What disrupts your stagnant slumber?
The darkness seeps on and on, never-ending in its drawl. Every step is tiring, sluggish, and melting even further. Alas, you push on. The hum calls, and you are inclined to find where it leads.
It exhausts you, the endless trek, hands burning hot against cold, unforgiving walls. But amongst the blind ambling, the blackness flickers. Invigorated by desperation, you rush on.
It is happy to see you.
What brings you so far down? To see the stars? The world? The sea? It?
It laughs.
Allow me to help!
It helped you.
Hehehe!! How do you feel? I feel wonderful!
It doesn’t wait for a response, instead continuing to float around and babble, spinning in place as it makes incomprehensible sounds.
...You elect to sneak past it while you have the chance.
The tunnels grow darker yet again. You feel no different after encountering it. Maybe you did something wrong? Or...
...no. Don’t think such things.
The tunnel is growing darker.
Even darker.
It’s so dark you can’t even see your own hands... or could you ever?
Who are you?
It’s so hot.
I’m burning up inside.
But the walls are so cold.
Why is it so dark?