I found myself within a large corridor. The walls were lined with what appeared to be star-covered tapestries, each depicting a different constellation.

I began to travel down these darkened halls, hoping to find some form of light beyond the darkness. Every so often I would catch a glimmer of light just out of my field of view, only for it to twinkle and dissipate the instant I looked its way.

It was almost as if these walls were taunting me. Like the darkness itself was casting shadows with the purposeful intent to lure me through its shadowy domain.

Still, I felt like I wasn’t the only person trapped within these darkened corridors. I could feel a second presence watching my every move. It was almost as if this new presence was analyzing me; trying to decipher my very reason for existing.

It had power over me, and it knew that. Yet, it never made any kind of move against me. It didn’t want to, for this was its world. It had no reason to kill me, or harm me, or disrupt the darkness around me. It had no reason, so it just watched. It observed. It didn’t interfere.

And yet, I felt oddly at peace. Even though my current surroundings should have downright terrified me, I wasn’t afraid. For some unusual reason, I knew that nothing bad could happen here. That the worst was now behind me. That this thing couldn’t reach me.

“The darkness will fade to light, just you wait. You’ll see with your own eyes, and hear with your own ears. You’ll understand the truth. You’ll understand. Just move forward. Trust in me.”

And so, I moved forward. Forcing my way through blankets of darkness in search of a light. In search of myself, and whatever I represent.

Author's Note

This is a sidestory of Mr. Finn's internal nightmares and the mental stress of living within an alien world.