[ Chapter 31 ]
It's the darkness of the forest which held her gaze as Cassandra peered out of the black window. The darkness was encapsulated into a singular massive entity which stayed the same throughout the minutes of her ride.
Cassandra couldn't see where the line of horizon ended and where the expanse of the cosmos started. As the muted hum of the Bentley droned along the lush forest bordered highway. It seemed to her that it summoned her, and she acutely felt a point of no return.
Darkness had always been easy on her eyes. She's fully aware that she wasn't able to make out anything in the darkness, and in it she had dwelt. Its vastness was so comforting to the extent that it smoulders the volatile stir of emotions.
Darkness, far from vanquishes anything, merely balms the surface with its quiet dignity of an end. It's darkness which gave her a temporary respite from exhaustion. No form or likeness could emerge from what was deprived the essence of light.
