in tenebris est veritas.
Chaele’s thoughts drift behind her eyelids, plans and lists and intentions sliding into more untenable reveries before the last of consciousness escapes her. Then the blanket of earth and leaves becomes frigid air and hard, slick walls; the meager warmth of a dying campfire becomes a breath-seeing chill; the branch-shredded moonlight becomes the eerie, pervasive light of knowing, rather than seeing.
The options stretch before her, beckoning, daring, waiting. At first she presses her back into the corner, refusing to oblige whatever will would compel her to make a choice. But the timeless time passes and she realizes that there is no escape, that the only way out is through. Jaw clenched, she takes a step forward.
The options stretch before her, beckoning, daring, waiting. At first she presses her back into the corner, refusing to oblige whatever will would compel her to make a choice. But the timeless time passes and she realizes that there is no escape, that the only way out is through. Jaw clenched, she takes a step forward.
