...Within the Absence of Light...

Space, endless and eternal… A universal emptiness that reaches out like a cold, gloved hand…ready to crush you in its lifeless embrace; consuming the last light burning defiantly within the black.

Trapped within a machine of churning mechanisms and reinforced steel; specs of fading light streaming across a shadowed face… Silent, he peers into the memories of the past, with only the thrum of the engines to keep him company.

There’s a soft cry within the catacombs of a calculating mind. A wordless voice only he can understand. A warning… Come Home…

*  *  *

He jumped orbit without a second glance, back into the ghost lanes…swallowed by the black. A precious glow guiding him away, knowing, that time is running out. He has to get there, before it begins to fade.

*  *  *

Standing within consuming shadows, empty eyes peer, unfocused, into a vast night sky. There’s an ache nestled within the chest, beneath the bone, surrounded in flesh. Thoughts twist and dance as the figure remains a living sentinel under an ever watchful goddess. Her mournful gaze casting eerie lunar light along a darkened landscape, showering the figure with an ethereal glow.

In the past, the feeling of the full moon’s otherworldly light would seep into the pores and caress the soul. Now, standing within the sound of silence, the motherly energy goes unnoticed. The spirit becoming calloused, made of stone.

However, when something is lost…some thing always takes its place. With the Absence of Light…Darkness Remains.

And within the swirling black spilling into a broken soul…some thing stirs… Some thing awakens. An ancient energy, imprinted with knowledge from a time once forgotten. The terrible consciousness of a beast, the primitive Id, rising from the depths of the psyche…ready to tear a path of destruction toward the surface. To reclaim its tomb of flesh and bone… To bring its vessel from falling off the edge…

Fighting to take her home.

*  *  *

Time suspends, warped and twisted as heavy footsteps thunder a path of silent urgency toward a fading light. Everything screams to go faster… Muscles straining, blood coursing lines of liquid fire toward the heart as lungs contract and expand.

He can’t stop now…there’s too much at stake.

His body slows as a familiar silhouette enters his line of vision. Though her features are hidden, he can feel the pull between them…that sense of kindred curling off her form like invisible trails of smoke. But he can’t gauge what she’s thinking… A disturbing realization. As though something has been removed…and there’s an unknown energy in its place…

Is he too late?

-Fades to Black-