Authored: December 24, 2023

PROSE

This fog that had descended on the town, had arrived thick and fast, visceral to touch and the feelings of dread and mourning had marked its arrival. The shards of broken hearts, of broken dreams and of broken dysfunction had become crucibles that bound our hearts and minds. And the darkness of the Abyss had observed and acted.

The Sun was gone, the Moon was hidden, and the aqua-blue fog held sway over the ides of man. Would this fog ever lift? Or would this town become erased from existence. Nothingness dwelt within the Abyss. A Darkness that was so corrupted that it could not be saved.

The man wandered down a street in a suburban estate of the town. And except for his footsteps, no sound was heard. Every step was an erasure. Every thought was his last. Every breath calculated closer to his end. There would be no gallantry and this ending. For this was Entropy.

A sudden burst of sound. Unknown. A siren. Wailing and angry and at the same time, desolate and poignant. Existential questions being asked of one's mind and heart.

The man knew he would not, and neither would anyone else in this town, feel or know of anything good, kind, or brave. He would not know of Love again, of Hope or of Dreams. For this town and this world was dead. The Fog would lift. But nothing would stir forever more.

The siren died back down. Silence.

The Man came across an empty house. He took to the couch and closed his eyes. Was this it? And suddenly a new unbidden thought -

"Nothingness is Something, open your eyes."

The man opened his eyes, and the siren started up again. This time, the fog descended tighter around him. Like a vice grip. He screamed and his scream added to the siren. Around him the walls of the house peeled off as if it had been burned.

That same voice chilled him, and an unforgettable image resolved in his mind.

"Welcome back to Silent Hill."

The Siren blared. And the fog turned to smoke.