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The light at the end of the tunnel is not very bright.
A mere pinprick of illumination through a crack in solid stone.
It does not reveal salvation.
It barely reveals anything at all.
There is no where to go, no freedom to be found...
Clawing at the walls of his cage does nothing. It’s hopeless,
And he is left alone stumbling in the darkness.
The light at the end of the tunnel was a lie.
The island in the middle of the ocean is barren, abandoned. Unliveable. Unsuitable. His SOS was never truly answered.
The winds do not take him to calmer waters, as they have never existed. He’s been becalmed. Floating upon directionless waves.
He is forever up shit’s creak without a paddle, like anyone would ever stop help him... Any offered support is tainted with cruel smiles and false promises. Harbouring darker ambitions than even his own.
They throw him in the deep end regardless.
So when the ship sinks. There are no survivors.
And he can’t swim against fate’s current...
He drowns again and again. And again.
There is no key to this lock. He cannot pry it open.
They knew.
He cannot free himself of these chains. He never even knew they were there until it was too late.
They always knew.
There is no other angle to look at the problem. As he was never meant to solve it in the first place.
They knew!
Things will not get better with time... There is so little time left now. Wasted behind bars. Scattered within daydreams.
They knew...
The wool has been over his eyes for so long. But now he can finally see and he so wishes he couldn’t.
They used him...
As of course they did.
The sun will not rise on another day...
For some people are simply doomed,
In every universe.
In every timeline.
They cannot escape fate...
And he has been a puppet all along.