Something illuminated in the darkness.
SOMETHING STRIKES A MATCH . flint and steel , ignited in the dark . do you see it ? a child holds your hand with fingers too soft to belong to crimson heart . do you see it ? you hold them tightly now , afraid of losing such precious glint in the dark , losing this breaking tether to the depths . do you see it ?
a broken maw , jagged teeth splintered around you against the light . you don’t know where you are . either of you , down the gullet of some strange beast that won’t let you sleep . it’s terrifying . your bones are made of lead and yet you trudge forward anyways , drawn into the silence .
dark . darker . yet darker .
where is he , in these ichor drenched depths ?
you are dreaming , yet you can not wake up .
the hand in yours is torn away . you cry and cry , hard bones desperate for grip , reaching , and your feet stumble down shadowed halls until you fall and the crimson heart is gone .
oh child,
you are dreaming , yet you will not wake up .
how he looms tall in the shadow . a faceless figure , with all the features . secrets line his unseen teeth like jagged truths , and they spill as you lay there on your knees . little boy , with all those crimson hearts spilled onto your tiny , child’s hands .
let me help you.
reaching hands . too many hands . dozens , hundreds , they pluck you from the ground and pull at your ribs , your throat , your sockets your teeth your toes your hands your soul you , they tug at you .
there are no lights in this darkness .
