The Knight stares down at you from atop the joxl, or maybe it’s a kukorolle? It’s so dark. It’s so cold.
You are alone as the forest creeps toward you. Darkness pushes against your skin, the scent of carbon crawls into your vision, and you start to smell the horripilation slide up your nostrils.
Those eyes. They’re as deep as an Ulguian night-pool as the silence that emanates from the warrior forces you to your knees – you claw at your head, your eyes, your nails.
It needs to get out.
It’s somewhere in there, somewhere behind your eyes. Behind your skin.
It needs to go further in.
You need to go further in. There is something in this Dell that has been calling you. You’ve simply followed orders until now, that’s okay, you’ve done nothing wrong, but now you realize why you’ve been called here. Something calls from the dark. It’s time you let go, let it in.
The Knight hands you the knife – the knife that eventually sets you free. Let the darkness in through your eyes. Get it out of your head. Finally, blissful freedom can overwhelm the nightmare. Finally, as your silent screams cascade through the jungle, you’re set free from this mortal coil. Into the blissful deep.
T̷̝̹̅͊i̴̧̡̙̭̼͖̒̑̋̅̄͆͌m̸͇͎̰̮̥̖̜̀̀̓̕e̴̩͇͇̺̱̞̋̌́͌̂̀̽́͝ ̶̡̡͕̈́ẗ̵̟̲̳̠́̓o̴͔͓͌̅͒ͅ ̶̡̨̢̝͕̐̑̋̀ͅg̵̘̬͔̍̎̇e̶͕̪͎͕̠͉̮̖͉̊͛͑̍͋̅͛ţ̵̘̭̟̳̟̥̲̩̏͂͐̾̔̅͆́ ̶̣̃̕͠ͅt̷͔̣͔́̔́̾͊̾͜ơ̴̰̜̟̖̰̹̎͗̽ ̴͖͚͕̳̐w̴̡͇͍̐̿͐̅̌̇͂́̿̕ő̷̡͑̄̎͝r̵̡̧̺̗̻̼͌̀̿k̸͈̬̲̫͍̲̐̓̀̈̈́̓̚͝.̵̛̩̤̼̪͓̘͇͖̹̆̅̂̈́͝͝͠ ̷̢̼̮̠̬̙̗̹̏́̋͂̽͘M̷̮̊̍͒ǫ̶̱͔͇͔̀̔̕ṛ̷̲͉̦͕̉͂͜e̷̛̱͍̮̬̲̻̖̱͓̣͋̓͐͛̃̈̆̂͘ ̸̨̣͊̌̃o̸̞͊͑f̵̙͈͖̈̇͠ ̸̢̧̢̝͙̹̹͎̈̂̅͜t̴͖̾͂̈́̒̿̃͝h̸̨̡̨̟̖͈̼̝̭̋̓ę̷͓̤̖̟̺̟͚͇͋̓ ̴̥̗́͒̀͜B̸̨̡͇͖͔̬̖̘̻̏̊̃̂͌̿̈́̍͆͘l̵̥̮̟̭̖̝͌̊́̉o̶̙̖͂͗͌̎̾͘ơ̴̡̳̟̱͉̑́̌͛̆͝ḍ̸͌͑́̐̓̈́ ̴̫̗̳̻̼͈̈͌̔̇̄͐į̵̰̜͚̫͓̰̓̃̆̽̍͌͝ͅs̷̡͉̙̯͉̱̠̗̬̤̍̑̄̌̓͘͝ ̸̛̣̮͇̬͑̿̓̏̇̈n̵̯͘e̸̢̟̻͙͈͙͉̪̹̯̎̓̀̍̚͝e̶̤̾̚̕d̴̛̫̦̤̟͚̘͖̹̬͔͐͂̎̒͗̉̕͘͠ë̸̳̳̀͂̆͂ͅď̸̼̼̜̮̲̘̥͛ͅ.̸͈͍̠̞̑́̈́̈͘
