Letras
Click, clack, and you drag slowly, then decisively from white to black.
It smells of burnt stone, as if your last step had driven heat into the ground, and the path refuses to let you move forward.
The air is filled with smoke, rising now, with the next hasty breath, from a crack in the floor.
Did you, did you split the field with your impatience?
It crunches beneath you, and small white and black stones break loose from the edges of the widening crevice.
They fall into nothingness.
No impact.
No clack or clang.
No sound at all.
Where to move?
The blackness beneath you begins to swim in the smoke.
You can’t see your feet anymore, then your lower body is gone too.
Where to pull, where to step, where without breaking something?
Are you still whole?
Excitement and adrenaline rise in your chest, hammering against your collarbone from the inside. You hold your breath, let yourself be engulfed, merge with the burnt air. No impact. The fall is uncertain.
You stretch out your arms and legs to glide downward with the wind.
The wind brings fewer tears to your eyes.
The tears that roll down don’t slide down your cheeks, but dissolve immediately from your face into the air.
Sometimes you wish you could catch them, so they could stay a little longer.
Now, all of a sudden, you somehow want to hold on to your sadness a bit longer than before.
The weightlessness grows heavier, somehow, as if the void itself had mass that wraps itself around your limbs.
You try to tell yourself you’re still in control, but your hands tremble in the nothingness, searching for something solid.
Your fingers close on nothing but air.
The smoke curls and coils in patterns you don’t understand, as if drawing maps you’ve never learned to read.
You sense the edges of something shifting—maybe it’s you, maybe it’s the world.
Your heartbeat echoes in your ears, loud and lonely, while time stretches and snaps, slipping through your fingers like threads.
You realize you are still falling, and you’re not sure if the ground is waiting or if it ever existed at all.
Is this all there is?
What if this isn’t the end?
What if it already ended?