Chapter 17: What a sight
I struggle with every ounce of strength I have left, battling against the suffocating darkness that threatens to swallow me whole. It looms all around me, closing in like a relentless tide, dragging me down into its cold, merciless depths. I claw at it, I thrash, I do anything to break free, to resist its pull. But it's everywhere, seeping into every corner of my mind, suffocating me with its oppressive weight.
You don't get to do this to me, I think, a surge of defiance igniting within me. No. Not like this.
I push back, refusing to let it take me. Every fiber of my being is focused on one goal—surviving. The darkness claws at me, pulling me further into its void, but I keep fighting, keep struggling, refusing to let go. I won't let it win. I can't.
The fight is desperate, chaotic, as I thrash against the relentless pull. It feels like I'm drowning, like the weight of the world is pressing down on me, trying to crush me into submission. But I won't submit. I won't give in.
I'm still here, I tell myself, clinging to the last vestiges of my consciousness. I'm still fighting.
The darkness may be strong, but I've endured too much to let it take me now. So I fight, with everything I have left, refusing to be dragged under. The pain is excruciating, the exhaustion overwhelming, but I don't stop. I can't stop.
After what feels like an eternity of darkness and struggle, I catch sight of a distant glimmer of light, faint but unmistakable. It's a beacon in the overwhelming void, and it draws me toward it with a magnetic pull. Despite the fatigue and the encroaching numbness threatening to engulf me, I push forward, driven by an instinctual force to reach it.