in the distance, you hear faint ticking. a soft melody of a repeating metronome. it continues unendingly, perhaps guiding you onwards.
nebulous
MaXenzie
MaXenzie
you follow it. it grows no louder. you pick up your pace, the flames flickering as you hurried your motions, the orange glow dimming and reigniting with every step.
MaXenzie
no walls in sight. no light to move towards. you follow the ticking of the clock still.
MaXenzie
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
MaXenzie
one step too far, and suddenly the clock sounds as though it is right beside you. loud, almost deafening.
MaXenzie
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
MaXenzie
you turn, pointing your lighter in the direction of the noise, and you see it.