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In the Dark
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Eventually, I realized I had nothing better to do than sit in the cave and watch
the moments ebb. Quiet. Quiet. A slow breath. I let the burning, shivering grief
evaporate in silence. As my silence congealed, and my eyes adjusted to black, I
realized the cave was filled with a faint glow. For a moment, I felt soft
relief, a drop of hope, until I determined the most likely explanation for the new light.
Phosphorescent crystals in the sand. They absorbed and continued to radiate the
last breath of sunlight, my memory cruelly replayed. No use. Glow-in-the-dark
rocks could not free me.
With that thought, they dimmed and died. The darkness was blacker than nothingness. But a residue of silence remained in my mind, and when the blackness on the outside melted with the blackness on the inside, I knew. Finally, I knew. It was all too obvious now. How could I have missed it? |
