Into The Unknown

It was dark. Darker than a night with no light. Very quiet. Quiet like an abandoned forest, stripped away from its trees, wind and life. He is moving forward and the only thing sensible is the sound of footsteps! Is it his footsteps? He does not know! When nothing can verify, the easy question could be the impossible. As the truth at times, cannot be known when it cannot be seen. But, the echo sound of the footsteps are very clear when they land on the wet ground. It is not raining anymore. Probably it was raining a while ago. That is as much reality that he can tell thus far. He is still moving forward. There is so much emptiness around. Maybe the reason that keeps him going is just that, there is not much of a reason to stop either.

In a silent moment, a thought of hope crossed his mind. It could be the light he thought. Hidden somewhere, maybe far away that it cannot be seen. It is the thing that kept him moving. The light that unravels the place around him. A question he had, what can be harder, walking to the unknown or staying in it?

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