I hear there’s a place out there that’s free of this. Of the smog, and the blistering wind, and the fire blasts. A place that isn’t on the edge of an abyss, constantly moving toward this slow, inevitable, devastation.
You can see why this place intrigued me, I’m sure.
When your home is built on the edge of destruction, it’d be kind of an obvious thing to want to get away from it. From that edge.
Setting out was hard, and terrifying. And the journey? Even harder. For years now, I’ve wandered around, looking for this oasis.
All I’ve met so far is more desolation. More magma and more fire. Blazes that reach the sky, that lick at my feet as I pass through their cinders. Smoke still clots my lungs and the sky, blocks the sun from doing what it does best.
It seems like this is all an abyss. Like there might not be a place out there, after all.
But if I give up, what will happen to me?
If I give up, this will be all I’ve ever known.
All I’ve ever known.
The thought echoes through a hollow in my chest. A clanging sound that means nothing and brings nothing back.
No, I refuse.
I will find more than this.
I press on, honestly expecting to come up empty handed.
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