A heartbroken family. A heartbreaking birthday. Balloons of soft pastel hues hung over a trash bin of thrown away hopes and dreams that never made their debut. The balloons were among the many objects discarded as an act of defiance to not chase the wonders of life- it was as if they were presents for death.
He was turning five when he ran across the street to grasp the tail of a flying pastel hue; only for it to slip out of his tiny fists the moment a car struck a bump- and never looked back. Those damned balloons were what lured him over the edge- to jump in front of a moving vehicle, or so it was thought. He was sent into a spiraling whorl of nothingness; there was no afterlife to call home. Too young to understand the games of illusion his mind played, he could not resist the temptation, the phenomena of the void- the Call of the Void; where one engages in an instinct of death.
Wandering through the endless coiled paths of bare obsidian matter; the boy had lost his ability to speak- his sanity locked in his head with unanswered questions of innocence. He could not see, nor hear, nor taste, yet he was able to advance around the abyss as if it were a familiar place to him. With each step he took; an emergence of vibrations echoed throughout the empty space, creeping out towards the distant depths of the horizons- the verge of self-destruction, and crawled back up his spine; sending shivering sensations of minuscular arachnids climbing up to chase their prey.
The boy could feel the end of his destruction, his departure- it seemed so close he just wanted to reach out and grab the tail of that muted blue balloon. A sudden beam of sunshine; the doors of heaven opening, or perhaps the light at the end of a tunnel pierced through his eyelids, a blaring siren wailed in his ears, the taste of iron in his mouth. He had escaped the universe of the void; a place where Death shackled the guilty until they drowned into the enveloping darkness that had seized their soul. The Call of the Void had not mistakenly claimed him, but rather, saved the boy from being completely sucked into the kingdoms of paradise and suffering that we call Heaven and Hell. The boy was able to live on after that day.
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