The vacant landscape of survival mode
Existing only within itself
Upon exiting, the memories slip from your grasp
But whenever you return, so do they.
Cavernous in form, expansive in size.
You realize you have been here before
Surrounded on every side by the darkness, no light to guide you
Only whispers leading out, perhaps, or further in
Every step you take creaks, as the ground beneath you attempts to hold your weight
You trudge forward with all the boldness of a scolded child, desperate for forgiveness
Every second makes you aware of your own precariousness.
In one instant these walls could collapse, taking you with them—
Deeper still into the abyss.
Perhaps the people outside have stopped looking for you.
You struggle to remember what day it is, kept company only by memories once forgotten.
All that once was—now replaced by the persistent darkness, the stifling silence