The Flames Have Gone Out and the Ashes Have Settled

Is this it?

I thought I’d already been here so many times before, but now I know the truth. I wish I didn’t.

You can’t be here while you’re struggling. So long as there’s despair, there’s life. If the pain still burns, it means there’s still bits of you left to burn.

This place is more terrifying than the flames at their most painful. This place is… quiet. Still. This is real horror. This is what it’s all been leading up to. Nothingness. This is where it all ends.

The flames have gone out and the ashes have settled over the last bit of hope, its light extinguished.

There is nothing left but my breath in the dark.

We are no longer waves, but a dead sea.