Threshold diary: Free fall
The jump had already happened. The leap of faith was behind me, and I found myself suspended in an air of uncertainty. Risen from an anesthetic slumber, I fell towards the unknown.
For the moment, there was nothing to do but accept the unavailability of options. The fate of my decision was no longer in my hands. A deal agreed upon before the leap. Was I even falling, or was I rising again? A downfall to another death, or the process of resurrection?
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Patiently awaiting my destiny, I distracted myself by pondering cold, rough, and laconic meanings of names, cloaking the beauty of their opposite. Trying not to think of the palpable playfulness or dreadful reckoning that might be awaiting me, my mind insisted on showing me what I had no use to see. Unable to escape my situation, I kept hoping for what I was unable to know through thought, as the absorbing light of the endless night embraced me with a dream.
