All is dark, except for the neon spider silk that streaks across the sky.
All is silent, except the roars that reverberate through the trees, through the earth. Through your bones, through your heartbeat.
Still you run.
The clouds burst and weep, soaking. Cleansing.
Almost there. Almost there. A little further.
You make it. The world spans out before you.
You see nothing. Then everything.
Hear only the rush of water. Then the blasts that nearly pierce your eardrums.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Wait. There, the flash of lightning. The thunder that follows.
You scream, your voice joining the sky’s.
Again. Again. Again.
Your pain bursts and weeps, soaking. Cleansing.
Your joy reverberates through your bones, through your heartbeat.
Almost there. Almost there.
Almost purged. Almost free.