Big Fishes' Carnival at The Lake - Curse
Shivering. Flickering. Excruciating.
There was a difference between the silent darkness of the night and the crushing nothingness. That wasn’t the former. Deafening silence? You realized that such phrase was only for human to play with, as the pitch-black you were in robbed you of your auditory sense with its. You tried to blink, hoping that each would take you back to the world of bright you took for granted, yet each time you opened your eyes, you achieved but a harsh, undeniable confirmation that those days were no longer your reality. The more you tried, the more you felt your eyes bulging out as those useless pupils stormed left and right, up and down, to the point where you don’t know which is which. And that’s what’s worse: that you can only feel yourself.