Gather you're loved ones and hold tight the fading light. The world enters into darkness. Hearing not breath of your own but the moans of those who are breathing your brow trembles in a faith that is fleeting. Stepping forward and stepping back "The One's" slither through the black. Muscles tighten and lungs constrict with thoughts of the pain "The One's" will inflict. Your smaller kin grow anxious and claustrophobic. It's not Long now, "The One's" can feel it. The drive, the fear, the tearing voice yelling for motion. With such fear begins a desperate notion. "The One's" grow closer ever more as a muffled desire claws at the door. Suddenly silence heard by all. "The Ones" leave down the blackened hall. Nothing but silence behind the door. Your kin fear nothing anymore. forever more.
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