A Night in the Exile

The Unexpected Descending of Blackness.

He sleeps alone.

Many years ago he had to leave. A pilgrimage into uncertainty. Standing at a sword edge between bravery and cowardice.

It happens that he wakes up in the bottomless night, confused, unable to determine where he is. As if his deepest self is drowning in blackness, while his bloody nails are desperately planted in the wall of the universe to bring him back to the world, to give him a moment to catch his breaths.

He gets up with heavy extremities soaked in nightmares. His throat is so dry that it could rupture. Cold sweat exudes from all his skin pores. He extends a shaking hand in the darkness without finding a hand to hold and to bury his head in.

He wants to scream, but his voice is trapped in his chest, veiled from him. He senses it cracking within his bones, but can’t hear it. He realized then what was the feeling of the scared man in the belly of the whale. He grasped it painfully, and felt it as a destructive force between his ribs, even if it was just a metaphor or a myth. He wishes he could pray for the God that he prayed for, but he fails. He couldn’t call Him.

What if this world is a dark terrifying whale’s belly that humans were pushed into, alone, crying and eternally forced without mercy?!