The Soothsayer’s Niche

An encounter with the Soothsayer in its own playing field. It emerges from a familiar neverending niche and beckons your existence to merge with its networks. You feel drawn to it as you feel your limbs dissolving into the light that now grows brighter. As existence is pulled towards the singularity the void starts to reveal itself from your peripherals. At this instance you recognize the arch is actually a keyhole that compels you to fill what is left of your lungs with everything that remains unzipped. There is only darkness, and silence, but pure warmth, and long, slow, breaths.