A blackness shrouds the path ahead,
are we to advance? Are we to continue,
blind? We dare not turn back.
And do we have a choice?
The earth beneath our feet is brittle,
it groans and cracks, even as we stand,
stagnate. It will not hold.
There is no alternative.
We may totter cautiously forward,
or crawl if we must. But we will go,
regardless. Into the black.
Into a petrifying unknown.
No turning back now.
Hold your breath.
This is it.
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