WHAT THE VOID COULD NOT DEVOUR
Your fingers touched the darkness.
And the universe blinked.
The creature's chest unfolded wider,
Its ribs stretched across the sky.
Behind them, countless dying worlds
Hung where forgotten dreams go to die.
Then everything went quiet.
No wind.
No heartbeat.
Not even the sound of our own breath.
"Well," I muttered,
"Either we've just unlocked some ancient secret,
Or we've made a spectacularly stupid decision."
You almost laughed.
Then the darkness pulled us through.
We landed in a place without a horizon,
Where fragments of memories floated like glass.
Some glowed with warmth and laughter,
Others held things we'd buried in the past.
A doorway stood before us.
Behind it, a younger version of you
Sat alone beneath a flickering light.
Someone was speaking.
Their words were sharp.
You watched yourself grow quiet,
Learning not to argue back.
Learning that sometimes disappearing
Felt safer than facing an attack.
You looked away.
"I don't want to see this."
"Then we don't have to."
But you stayed.
And I stayed beside you.
Another doorway opened.
This time, I recognised the room.
There I was, years younger,
Trying desperately to be heard.
Explaining myself to someone
Who barely acknowledged a word.
I watched that younger version of me
Grow frustrated, then afraid.
And somewhere in the desperation,
A familiar pattern was made.
Chase the answer.
Fix the distance.
Don't let the silence win.
Even when the other person
Hadn't asked to let me in.
"Shit," I whispered.
You looked at me.
"Yeah."
Neither of us needed to explain.
We kept walking.
Past memories we'd forgotten,
And others we'd rather erase.
Past all the little ways we'd learned
To keep the world in its place.
Until we reached a clearing.
There stood the creature.
No longer towering over galaxies.
No claws scraping through the stars.
It sat beneath a dead tree,
Its enormous body folded in on itself.
And for the first time,
It looked exhausted.
"What the hell is it doing?" you asked.
I shook my head.
Then we heard it.
A voice from somewhere inside.
I didn't know how to say I was hurt.
Another followed.
I thought if I walked away, I'd be safe.
Then another.
I was scared you'd stop caring.
And one more.
I didn't want to admit I was wrong.
You stared at the creature.
"Those are..."
"Yeah," I said.
"Ours."
The creature slowly lifted its head.
And suddenly I understood
Why it had never attacked.
Why it copied our movements.
Why it carried familiar voices
And reached towards us with trembling hands.
It hadn't been chasing us.
It had been following the pieces
We kept leaving behind.
Every feeling we'd dismissed.
Every truth we'd twisted to protect our pride.
Every frightened part of ourselves
We'd pushed somewhere deep inside.
The creature wasn't born from hatred.
It wasn't some ancient punishment
Sent to tear our worlds apart.
It was what remained
When we kept abandoning ourselves
In the name of protecting our hearts.
You stepped towards it.
"So we've been running from ourselves?"
"Looks that way."
"That's pretty fucked."
"Yeah. The universe has a strange sense of humour."
The creature lowered its head.
You reached towards its face.
This time, it didn't recoil.
And where your hand touched,
The darkness began to change.
Not into something beautiful.
Not into some glowing angel
With a convenient lesson to teach.
It remained strange.
Uncomfortable.
Difficult to understand.
But it no longer seemed unreachable.
"Maybe that's the thing," I said.
"We keep treating the parts of ourselves
We don't like as enemies.
The anger.
The fear.
The shame.
We try to bury them,
Then wonder why they keep turning up
Wearing a different name."
You sat beside the creature.
"So what are we supposed to do?
Just accept everything about ourselves?"
"Nah. Understanding something
Doesn't mean giving it permission
To keep causing damage.
You can understand why you shut down
And still learn to communicate.
I can understand why I chase answers
And still learn to wait.
Our past might explain the patterns,
But it doesn't get to decide our fate."
You ran your fingers across its skin.
"That sounds harder than just walking away."
"Probably is."
"And what if I can't?"
I sat beside you.
"Then you start with what you can.
Nobody masters themselves overnight.
And anyone claiming they have
Is probably full of shit."
You laughed.
A proper laugh this time.
And for a moment,
Even the creature seemed less alone.
Above us, the dead tree began to move.
Its roots rose from the ground,
Twisting into the shape of a throne.
The same throne we'd seen in the city.
The same crown of black iron
Rested upon its seat.
But this time, something was different.
There were no chains.
No guards.
No ancient god demanding obedience.
Just an empty throne.
Waiting.
You looked at it.
"Who's supposed to sit there?"
I thought about everything we'd seen.
The broken worlds.
The memories.
The creature we'd mistaken for a monster.
"Maybe that's the point.
We spend so much of our lives
Letting old wounds make our decisions,
Then call those decisions our own.
We rebel against everyone else,
But never question who's sitting on our throne."
The creature rose.
Its body began to unravel,
Not into dust, but countless threads of light.
Some drifted towards you.
Others found their way to me.
They didn't erase our scars.
They simply returned
What we'd spent so long trying not to feel.
And somewhere in that impossible place,
The dead tree finally bloomed.
Not with flowers.
With stars.
Small, imperfect things,
Burning quietly among the branches.
You looked at me.
"So what happens now?"
I watched the stars flicker.
"That's up to us, isn't it?"
You frowned.
"After everything we've been through,
That's all you've got?"
I smiled.
"Well, what did you expect?
Some cosmic bastard to hand us
A certificate saying we've healed?"
You shook your head, laughing.
Then the smile faded.
"But seriously.
What if we hurt each other again?"
"We might.
But I don't reckon the strongest connections
Are the ones where nobody gets hurt.
They're the ones where people can say,
'That hurt me,'
Without it becoming a war.
Where someone can admit,
'Yeah, I fucked up,'
Without feeling like they've lost their worth.
Where we can disagree,
Take space,
Come back,
And actually try to understand."
You looked towards the throne.
"And if one person keeps trying
While the other doesn't?"
"Then it isn't something
One person can build alone.
You can't force someone to face themselves.
And you shouldn't have to lose yourself
Trying to convince them to."
The stars above us shifted.
For the first time,
The darkness seemed to have an end.
A narrow path appeared,
Leading towards a distant sunrise.
You stood.
I stood beside you.
Neither of us knew
Where that path would lead.
Or whether we'd walk it together
For a mile, a lifetime,
Or somewhere in between.
But something had changed.
We weren't standing there
Waiting for the other person
To become someone different.
We were standing there
Knowing what was ours to work on.
And what wasn't.
You took a step towards the light.
Then stopped.
"One last thing."
"Go on."
"Do you think that creature's really gone?"
I looked back.
The tree stood alone now,
Its branches full of unfamiliar stars.
"No," I said.
"I don't think it ever really leaves.
And maybe it shouldn't.
Because the day we think
We've got nothing left to confront
Is probably the day
We stop paying attention."
You nodded.
Then we started walking.
And behind us,
From somewhere beneath the roots,
Came three quiet knocks.
You froze.
I looked back.
Nothing moved.
Then a voice whispered
From somewhere neither of us could see.
The darkness was never your prison.
It was the part of you
still waiting to be heard.
We continued towards the sunrise.
Not healed.
Not perfect.
Not promised forever.
Just two people who'd seen
What happens when fear is given the throne.
And who now understood
That a connection worth keeping
Requires more than wanting it to last.
It requires the courage
To be seen when we're not at our best.
To hear a truth without turning it into a threat.
To own the hurt we've caused
Without drowning in regret.
And to remember that love, friendship,
Or whatever name we give the bond,
Isn't proven by how tightly we hold on.
It's shown in what we choose to do
When holding on gets hard.
Because even stars can die
While sharing the same sky.
But what destroys a connection
Isn't always the darkness that arrives.
Sometimes it's two people
Who never learn to face it
While there's still something left alive.