Crychimera
LOVER OF LOVE
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LOVER OF LOVE
It's happening again.
Micah stands alone within the darkness, a place where they recognize too well in forms of agony and horror since childhood. They take several steps forward, yet, there's a haunting sense that no progress has made. Only the void stares back at them. Their brows furrow.
Confusion flares deep inside of them, it's almost painful; a cruel reminder they're all alone.
'Why is it like this?' Micah doesn't understand the enigma they're standing on once more.
They can't.
Darkness sings to Micah in quick fallen raindrops, soon merged with wind howls and ticking clocks and mechanical hums. The atmosphere builds a mad chorus that holds no rhymes or meanings. Nothing makes sense. Why is it happening again and again and again andβ
Micah looks up to see you reading thisβ
"MICAH!"
Light washes across Micah's blurred vision, their eyes wide open to find a ceiling above them. Their gaze shift over and find their nightstand. It bears their reading glasses and clock with a silver frame.
Micah catches a beloved held photo of themself standing before the snowy mountains, their lips against the sweetest smile that belonged to Adoniram, their partner, deadβ "Micahβ" they jolt up on bed and see a figure at the opposite side.
"Father Lucas?"
Quiet, hoarse, Micah clears their throat and rub their eyes for a better view of him, more so assuring themself he's realenough. Their head lifts when they recall allowing him to have a spare house key in case... "I'm - I'm sorry," their apology falls weak, self-cutting.
Micah stands alone within the darkness, a place where they recognize too well in forms of agony and horror since childhood. They take several steps forward, yet, there's a haunting sense that no progress has made. Only the void stares back at them. Their brows furrow.
Confusion flares deep inside of them, it's almost painful; a cruel reminder they're all alone.
'Why is it like this?' Micah doesn't understand the enigma they're standing on once more.
They can't.
Darkness sings to Micah in quick fallen raindrops, soon merged with wind howls and ticking clocks and mechanical hums. The atmosphere builds a mad chorus that holds no rhymes or meanings. Nothing makes sense. Why is it happening again and again and again andβ
Micah looks up to see you reading thisβ
"MICAH!"
Light washes across Micah's blurred vision, their eyes wide open to find a ceiling above them. Their gaze shift over and find their nightstand. It bears their reading glasses and clock with a silver frame.
Micah catches a beloved held photo of themself standing before the snowy mountains, their lips against the sweetest smile that belonged to Adoniram, their partner, deadβ "Micahβ" they jolt up on bed and see a figure at the opposite side.
"Father Lucas?"
Quiet, hoarse, Micah clears their throat and rub their eyes for a better view of him, more so assuring themself he's real
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