The Night is Dark

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The night is dark and the air is heavy. Head drooping. Feet sinking into the ground. I drag myself forward. Pushing towards... something? Anything? I spot a mysterious figure looming in the distance walking towards me. At last, we approach each other, and I discover that it is a man without a face. I stare in silence for what feels like an eternity. I see nothing. What could be the purpose of this encounter, if any at all?

“There is no purpose,” the man says to me. There never is any purpose.”.

The harrowing words he speaks linger in the air, repeating themselves to the point of insanity. What could those maddening words mean? I refuse to believe I live a life bereft of purpose!

“You need not live a life bereft of purpose. Rather, you must make your own purpose.”

He pauses.

“My work here is done.”

Without another word, he stabs himself in the heart, collapses to the ground, and fades away into the night.

Suddenly, the night appears less dark. The air feels less heavy. A smile begins to form on my cheeks. I see the sun creeping out from below the horizon. Head upright and with a spring in my step, I skip away, off into the sunrise, eager for the new day to come.