She Lelt her
Days had passed, or what should have been days. Now it was just endless sun wrapped in clouds like some cosmic lord whipping the slave that the world had become. Still, he slept not, and restlessly proceeded amongst the merciless desert. He too, betrayed no mercy to his own body, and endured the wind's biting tendrils and the daggered, treacherous sands. For fine they might be, they still stung and struck at his body, and if he were to cave in, his mind would follow.
He did not know how long it had been, either 11 hours or 11 weeks, but it could not have been minutes nor years, for he reached his destination soon enough for him to have voice to cry thanks.
It was a mirage.
And so he went, trudging along the door-thick sand, swaying about him like it would give at any moment, until he found...something. Not sand, but rock. Upon which were strange symbols of some long-fallen order.
Lucky, then it was, that he happened to be from such a place.
Muttering the incantations beneath his frisky breath, he watched, serenely, as the steadfast stone slid aside, effortlessly as a door, for that was its true nature.
Beyond that door, naturally, lay another one, an airlock of sorts.
He stepped within the minute chamber, closed the premier door, and opened the next one, to reveal...
Darkness.
Pure, unwavering darkness.
And there was nothing more to be seen.
Except...what if there was?
What if it became even darker?
Darker than dark...
For he stepped forth, and let the darkness embrace him.
And just like that, he saw darkness no more.
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