written in 06 02 2012
a short story inspired by Tevokkia's http://forums.spiralknights.com/en/node/53805

Somewhere

I have lost count of the candles that lit this seemingly interminable bridge.

There was no way I could return home from that wreckage of wires, circuits and steel which was the elevator. I had to return, retrace my steps or find another way.

And so I walked, and ran at times to avoid dark corners and unlit stairways and those that lurk in them. But after a few turns and staggers a terrible realization came, I was lost! In front of me was a bridge, lined with innumerable candles aglow and back were corridors, alleys dark and ominous and I cannot remember from what familiar path I took the frightful turn.

So I took the bridge. Soon there was only the bridge and the faint glow of the candles far behind, forming - it seemed - a rope of light preventing the bridge from falling into the abyss.

A long time has passed. I looked upon the scene before me. The bridge is endless. The weight of my equipments are taking their toll, I had to rest. So I gathered five candles, surrounded my self with them and prepared myself a meal, ate it and slept.

I roused from a troubled sleep to a scene that filled me with horror, the lights have been extinguished. All that remains are their deformed molten shapes on the ground except for a certain one in the distance. It was a if someone hurried the candles to burn. I then made haste to that last refuge of light. Great dark formless shapes started to manifest in the corners of my vision, somehow, as if threatening to blot out my last hope of ever finding my way home.

Soon I reached the one remaining candle alight. But, as soon as I reached the light, there was no relief. There was only the darkness and the fear it brings. And as I looked back, there it was, a shape, vast, formless, forever threatening. But it was only a vision, an illusion the eyes pick up in random things and places, a fleeting image formed in the dark enhanced by its unevenness and by an intense fear of it.

And so I walked, bringing with me the the only candle and holding it in a way that not one part of my shadow goes beyond the light and comes in contact with what might use it as a bridge towards me. I hurried and look around for candles sticks whose light is merely extinguished unlike all the others. I looked and looked but t no avail. All I could see is this bridge, endless, floating in this black, light less, infinite veil.

And then the bridge ended as suddenly as it started. A shadowy doorway stood in front. I tried to look back but the thought of seeing someone behind kept me from doing it. I cautiously approached the passage and entered, corridors and stairways, dark and ominous, welcomed me. Soon the bridge and the vast, black, formless sea is far behind.____

I might expand on this story....

and a little illustration
http://anschluss.deviantart.com/gallery/?catpath=/#/d59miiv