The Cold

As the order that runs our world falls around us, I begin to notice something else entirely. Perhaps it is brought by the Chaos, perhaps it is the Chaos itself, or maybe it has always existed, beyond my senses. It cannot be described in such a medium as mere language. It has no colour, no smell, no sound nor feeling, at least, not to the touch. It seems to exist underneath our world, or perhaps parrallel to it, so each are the same yet different. I cannot describe it, yet I know it is there. It grips my mind each time I feel it surface. I am left feeling Cold. So Cold. This is happening more and more, and I fear it may be affecting me permanently. I feel afraid. The simplest way to explain it would be as a parrallel reality existing on the same dimensions, yet invisible to all physical senses, but it is so much more as well. It seems to get larger, or perhaps stronger as time goes by. Can the blind notice it, as a grim darkness in their hearts telling of a dark future? For it seems obvious to me, this Cold will take us all. Am I alone? I fear the Cold and the Chaos are linked in some terrible way, yet the Cold has no effect on our reality. It only affects me. Could I be the cause of the Chaos, the Cold's grip on my mind causing me to start chains of events that never should have happened? I am afraid.
















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