The Spiral's Pull ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 2 من 4

The spiral pulls inwards

Winding down

Unknowable configuration, each curve more twisted than the last

A corkscrew slowly digging into flesh

A snake eating the world

And devouring itself, until it can feast no longer

Again, and again, and again. Until the world forgets, for it leaves no trace of itself but a lingering allure.

The pressure mounts as I travel below. A world that's no longer mine towers above me, suffocates me, pushes me down. I press my hand against the walls of the spiral so I don't lose myself in the descent.

Its sides are moist and glistening.

It twists more with every turn, uneven, irregular, and mangled around itself. It leads me ever downwards. The deeper I dive, the more I understand its rhythm. It's fleshy, breathing, vibrating. It becomes alive at depth.