The Story of – The Hands

‘when it finally came for him and there was NO WHERE left TO run and no longer any chance of escape, he did not HIDE, flinch or cower instead he reached out and touched the very face of darkness that had pursued him so.’

——

It‘s here. That Thing, That Darkness that even I the great Manaking am powerless against.. Like a vulnerable child incapable of offering any form of defence and protection .all I can do is watch it overwhelm and consume whats left of the already fragile host...

We both know at this point that resistance is futile and all that is left to do is for him to say goodbye and accept all that is about to happen next... Maybe that‘s why he reached out to it., he is tired of the constant pain and torment that batters and bombards him every second of everyday and just wants it to stop now..

we did well for a while evading and even outsmarting this thing but so relentless is it‘s chase it soon became only a matter of time, not a matter of if, but when and when it finally came for him and there was No Where left To run and no longer any chance of escape, he did not Hide, flinch or cower instead he reached out and touched the very face of darkness that had pursued him so.. In an instance his fingers scorched and blackened and the smell of burnt flesh filled a hopeless room..