Vistus - Part 5Cold. Everything was cold. Everything was cold and dark and suffocating. Voices called out, taunting. Threatening. Yelling.Vistus - Part 5in Vistus
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No presence, no physical body. Nothing. Only voices. Voices with no owners, shouting over each other in an attempt to be heard over the din.
She stood alone in... where was this? This was nowhere. This was her home. She was finally where she was supposed to be.
Blackness. There were no walls here, and there was no door. It was nothing new. It was the familiar green landscape painted black. All she had for company were the voices. They hurled abuse, of course. Whether the ground is green or black, the voices will always hurl abuse.
“You really are nothing,” they said. They used to say, “Are you still trying?” That was slightly kinder. “You said so yourself, you will never become anything,” they affirmed, simply agreeing with what she already knew to be true. They were right.
No, they weren’t.
She should leave. Too much. Too