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Walking endlessly through a thick forest
of light. Shoes worn down by the rough path of rock and glass. Illuminated by hope yet every step digs the crystalline shards deeper.
Beautiful iridescence mixed with dark crimson. We were taught to move forward no matter what, yet how can there be movement with false hope led by the tyranny of a broken will.
Ironic , the closer you get close to luminance the darker the shadows become. As weary legs reach their last stride , one final reach for light , hands desperatly grabbing for stability. As dark crimson floods my world and drowns me