Blind Hope

There’s comfort in the dark.

The silence.

Its all-consuming expanse, the soothing yet claustrophobic embrace.

Someone once said, his name long since lost to time and faded from memory, that if one spends too much time in the void, it’ll never give you up.

I’ve long stopped counting the years since I’ve given in.

But there are two points of light now.

Both completely different.

Impossibly far apart.

Yet totally and completely essential.

I know not what fate has in store for them or the pain and danger that await them.

Y̶̞͊o̴͕͛u̷̲̔ ̶̟̃c̴̟̾ȃ̸̘ǹ̷̯'̴̙́t̴͓̀ ̷̳̔h̴̹̐e̸͔͛l̶̰̆p̶͕͆ ̸͔̒t̵͉̐h̸̺̋ė̶̺m̴̲̀

No.

J̵̝̓u̵̩̎s̷̨̎t̵̝̐ ̶̪̈́ḽ̷̐i̴̲̎k̷̺̔e̶̒ͅ ̴͉̀ŷ̸̯ò̶̦ȗ̷̳ ̵̣̍c̵̗̚o̵͚̾u̴̲͑l̵̛̤d̶͚̒ń̶͍'̸̡̍ẗ̶̗́ ̶̯̈́ś̵͕ä̷̼́v̷̯̆ê̷̱ ̶͍̒h̸̝̀ë̴̯́ṟ̸̓

Stop.

Ỹ̵̱o̴̯̐ụ̶̔'̴͙̎r̴̛̙e̶̪͂ ̴̖̂a̶̭͝s̷̯͠ ̷̟͗m̶͔͑u̵͋͜c̷͈̽h̵͈͒ ̶̗̀t̵̡̛o̸̬̔ ̶͚̏b̷̜̒l̴͇̈a̴̧͐m̴̨͠e̷̠̐ ̵͎̈ȃ̵͚s̴̟͋ ̷̗̾I̶̡͋ ̴̩̅a̴̹͋m̸̭̄

That’s not true.

stop...

W̸̤̊i̴̺͛l̴̡̈́l̵̨͑ ̵͓̎ÿ̷̼ō̷̪u̶͓͠ ̵̤̍s̵̭͑ä̸̮c̴̤̀ř̵̙i̴͔̔f̵̯͊i̴̝͝c̸̯͗e̴͎̒ ̶̞͗t̴̬̀h̵̗͆ḛ̷̾m̶͉̏ ̵̳͝ľ̴̖i̸͖͋k̴̟̂e̴̗̅ ̴͕͠ȳ̸͎o̵̝̐u̸͍̕ ̸͙͊d̸͍͋ĭ̵̘d̵͙̓ ̸̩̑y̵̦̒o̶̕ͅu̷̧͠r̷͍͛ ̷̜̈́s̶̨̽ī̸̢s̷̡̕ṱ̴̾é̵̱r̷̭̈́?̷̫̀

Luna Eveningstar screamed into the void.

The void didn’t care.