MORIA
I read about black outs in a book once.
They say it is a period of temporary loss of vision and consciousness.
They say it happens because of a pain so intense that your subconscious has to protect you from it, otherwise your mind would splinter and crack like a frozen lake beneath heavy hooves.
I have never had a black out.
Never even thought about it past the moments when I had stumbled across the words in the pages of whatever I had read.
But as I lay in the grass now and stare up at a sky completely devoid of everything except a glowing white moon, I find myself praying to all the gods know and unknown, to just let me black out.
But I don’t.
I feel every second of it.
Indescribable. Excruciating.
It feels like shards of molten magma searing through my skin to reach my v
