12. Clawing back to life

The desolate world of white began to fade away like smoke before his eyes. Drifting away like a dream, the pristine horizon cracked like ash and turned tarnished and gray. Particles of this melancholy place float away on some unseen wind. The further William ran in this now disintegrated world, the more the darkness encroached. It was as if this darkness had its breath, its heartbeat as it surged and flowed. Like a wolf chasing its prey in the night.

Soon the man found himself running in pitch-black darkness, his legs ached and his chest burned, but he didn't care. He was certain that if he kept going he'd reach the end. He'd find his way back from this nightmare of death. He just couldn't give up.

Somewhere in that thick oppressive darkness, the ground began to give way. Crumbing beneath him, William shouted, scrambling to grab for anything, but his hands found no purchase in the nothing before him.

He was falling, down, down..... just when he thought there would be no ending to thi