Beyond Infinity
There was nothing… nothing but a yellow hellscape for as far as I could see. I couldn't ascertain why I was there, my last memory was laying in bed after yet another long day of work. Walking around, suffocating from the musty odor that constantly filled my lungs. The minutes turned to hours, as hours turned to days, or at least what seemed like days.
The buzzing of the fluorescent lights was so deafening that it was practically etched into my mind. But still, I continued forward, and as I pushed the buzzing to the back of my mind, I became numb to its incessant drone. And soon after the musty stench from the walls and floor was no longer suffocating.
I would sometimes come across structures that had no meaning, such as square holes in the ground or signs that had no meaning… Various writings on the walls would break their emptiness, and caught my attention. I saw writing that spoke of 'exits beyond infinity', and crude arrows that led to more statements that wrote 'almost there' or promised that 'infinity is ending soon.'
My hopelessness had turned to determination, and out of pure bliss and joy, I sprinted across rooms and around corners until I found… More mono-yellow rooms, the writing was nothing more than a red herring, a farce, or a joke even. It was as if my now eternal suffering was an elaborate comedy. I punched the wall and slumped over, defeated.
I cried for the first time in my recent memory. Soon, my hatred of this hell was unleashed, as I lashed out and tried to break the walls and floors before they broke me. What I hadn't realized was that I was already broken, screaming until it was pitiful croaks. There was no more energy to fight—no more tears to cry…
"Walter… are you ok?". I opened my eyes and I was back in my house, my wife staring at me with a worried and confused expression. I scurried up, looking at my bloodied and bruised hands, and with what little voice I had I said to my wife, "Yes, yes I am". I am just okay…right?
Beyond Infinitywas written by
NebulaEclipse_ with critique from
ZENAJ,
Ferrante, and
r a t i f. The images used inside the article are in order: The Complex by
Terepashi