Hunger of the Dark: The Clock of Eternal Darkness

I always believed in the comfort of routine, the predictable rhythm of day turning into night. But that belief shattered the day I found the clock, a peculiar, ancient timepiece, buried in the attic of my new home. It was captivating, its hands moving in a silent, eerie dance that seemed to beckon me closer.

The Night That Never Ended

With each tick, the air around me grew colder, the shadows in the corners of the room stretching towards the clock as if drawn by an unseen force. I should have seen the signs, should have heard the silent warnings whispered by the wind outside my window. But I was entranced, and with a reckless curiosity, I wound the clock.

That night, the world outside my window changed. Moreover, the moon hung heavy in the sky, a sickly shade of red, and the stars blinked out one by one, leaving the heavens dark and empty. Sleep eluded me, the silence of the night broken only by the relentless ticking of the clock.

The next morning, the sun didn’t rise. The world remained cloaked in an impenetrable darkness, a night that stretched on without end. Panic filled the streets as people searched for answers, for a glimmer of light in the endless dark. But there was none to be found.

The Descent into Darkness

Days passed, or what felt like days in the absence of the sun. The clock continued its relentless count, the only measure of time in a world that had lost its way. Eventually food became scarce, and the darkness outside seemed to seep into the hearts of those around me, turning neighbor against neighbor in a desperate fight for survival.

It was then that I noticed the change in myself. The darkness wasn’t just around me. It was within me, filling me with an insatiable hunger, a thirst for something I couldn’t name. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger, my eyes hollow, my skin pale and cold to the touch.

I tried to destroy the clock, to end the nightmare I had unleashed. But it was invulnerable, its wood unmarked by axe or fire, its glass unbroken by hammer or fall. And with each attempt, the hunger within me grew, driving me to the edge of madness.

The Eternal Night

The truth dawned on me in a moment of clarity, a whisper in the darkness that chilled me to my core. As a matter of fact, the clock is not just a keeper of time. it is a gateway, a door to a realm of eternal night, and I had opened it.

Now, I roam the streets of this forever-dark world, a hunger gnawing at my soul, searching for others like me. Those who have felt the call of the darkness, who have been changed by it. We are the children of the night, born from the ticking of a clock that should never have been wound.

And as I walk, I wonder if the sun still shines in some forgotten corner of the world, or if it too has been swallowed by the endless night. But deep down, I know the truth. After all, the day is gone, and in its place, a darkness that will never end.

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