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~Darkness of the Unknown~

Elevator arrives at the stop. Down. Platform level. Sliding doors stuggle to close smoothly. A brief jerk before it started to descend.
The slits on the left and right have light pass through now and then during the ride. Only thing to focus on besides the constant jerking and mechanics. And also of that.
What? Were you referring to me? You really are something, aren't you?
One level by another, soulless people join the elevator. Personal space sacrificed for other-existant shells of reality to be present. Making matters worse, the slits disappear from view. An ongoing pressure now replaces whatever thoughts were present.
Don't falter under this. If you die, I come along with you. You wouldn't want that, would you?
The gates open. A mad rush to the end of the platform. All pressure now turned into fear. The train doors about to close.
What do you care? It's just the intermission.
Don't want to be left alone on this ride.
Force the doors open. All attempts to fit into the little space given. Slam. No more. The train departs for the great unknown from platform 13. Eight-thirteen on the dot.

The pressure returns once again, but with more intensity. Nothing to do but to bear with it for the entire journey. However, a slight drowsiness appears alongside the mounting pressure.
Stay awake. You know better than to give in.
There's no way to move at all.
Then just keep your eyes open, idiot.
It's drawing me in though. That ever present pressure.
No, don't...
Darkness fades out the scenery of the train window. Infinite darkness and noone around but that.
Happy now, arsehole?
Stuck again I see. Well might as well wait around.
A violin plays in the distance. A faint sound at first. Heart pounds as the legs rushed towards the song. Getting nowhere fast, with darkness at every corner of this unknown world.
Cue the spotlight. A violin made with the colour of the blue beyond. The word 'Amerius' engraved on the side of it. Played with the hands of an angel. A shame though that the artist hasn't shown their face.
The fiddle readies for another solo piece. White static plays onto the strings.
Static?
Flash of light appears again. The view of the train window appears again. Static is replaced by barely audible words.
"You have arrived at your destination."
As I said - intermission. There's no real beginning and no real end. Just something to fill the time.
Leaving from platform 6, nine-eleven in the morning. The rest of the people herded along to their intended place of arrival. Sound of millions of feet marching towards the dark corridors - Exit signs ran across the arches.
You're home now. Back into the hole now, little rabbit.