robinbloke | (no subject)

Nothingness fell from the sky.
The eyes searched up to search for even a hint of blue in the photocopier whiteness that was blurring everything from sight.
Everything was fading into nothing; all around the snowy blanket was folding the world into a steadily smaller and smaller space.
No sky, no ground, barely any hands in front of their face, everything descended into naught.
The mind flicked a faint last flame of thought through the oblivion swallowing the figure, "At the end we are meant to step into the light, away from the darkness - what can we do when the light swallows us?"
The last few flakes covered a motionless glove under a pristine sheet of snow, and nothing remained.