Creeping in the dead of night. Silence broken by gentle footsteps that sound louder than they should be. Uncontrollable urges forcing progression against better judgement. Bright light pierces the darkness like a sword striking. The light is not valiant, the darkness is the hero. Light brings pain and self loathing. The quiet calm of darkness soothes, combating temptation. Resistance crumbles. The belated guilt eats you from the inside out.
Until the next adventure,
Chris
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