I wade through darkness, a murky, thick muddle of lost aspirations and abandoned dreams, a graveyard of unkept secrets and imprisoned memories. The shallow water laps at my ankles, and suddenly I know I have been here before in this cavern. A wind rises from nowhere, whispering that I'm alone here, that it's dangerous, that I better turn back, but I wade deeper, closing my eyes as the cold rises to my knees, to my waist, to mid-stomach. I open my eyelids, but nothing changes. It is pitch black, there are no discernable shapes or figures, and for a moment I am afraid I've made a mistake, that this isn't the right place after all. I spin around and put my arm out, moving toward the gentle thrumming till my hand hits the rough wall of the cave. I stand and listen as the thrumming becomes a melody I remember from a lifetime past, a song I know I've never heard but that I recognize all the same. My hands grope the surface of the cave until my fingertips find the rust of the heavy chain. I pull hard, propelling my bodyweight backwards as my feet sink into the muddy bottom. The iron door creaks open and with it spring the line of defenses, a flood of temptations, doubts, forbidden desires...intangible as everything else, but I feel their hunger for human emotion, their depth of darkness.
Just beyond the door. I can do this. I close my eyes and with it my heart, focusing in on the black behind my eyelids till I can imagine the light, and when I can I follow it through the door, untouched by evil. This is the place. I can feel it. Warm skin touches mine and I sag in relief. "You've made it," he murmurs, shutting the door with a click as we embrace. They won't find us here. We're safe for the moment, masked in time and darkness. But we both know it's not these wards that will keep them at bay. We have a weapon they don't know how to fight. Love. Love is our resistance.
inspired from "Resistance" by Muse
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