My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 51 : Nature has it's ways

Perspective : Conrad Garnier

When you see a guiding light of hope, beyond the darkness of that deep tunnel, blinded by hope and aspiration, do you ever think what hides beside those rays of hope. The light reflecting in your eyes shines so brilliantly that it overshadows that which lurks in the corner, It obscures its origins.

Just like moth to a flame, we are lured towards it. Our perception blocked by the sheer illusion of

"It's finally over".

But when that illusion breaks, what will we see?

When reality kicks in, what will we see?

As we all regained our consciousness, a wave of apprehension washes over me. Dread filled every fiber of my being as I scanned my surroundings. My heart races, pounding against my chest, as my eyes lock onto the enormous crevice in the floor. It was impossible to look away, drawing me in like moth to a flame. My gaze was fixated on the small, tiny holes that covered its surface, each one resembling an endless void.

But the horror didn't end there. As if ea