The Call of the Void
We ran undisrupted, through the swirl of bodies; this mass of void, darkened past darkness, despite long past desperation. The society creaked on itself. The last reins of power held by faceless beings, the power being nothing but an ant mill, no leaders and no direction, just enslavement, subjugation, life choices decided by these same faceless monsters. We ran, despite the mass losing hope, despite the futility of it, my hand seemed to spin into her’s until we were one breath rather than two. The Void called, as it always does, demanding more, necessitating more, seeking to engulf.
