DAUGHTER of NYX

The void

As the day goes on, customers come and go, and I do my best to keep up the appearance of normalcy. I smile and greet them, I take their orders, I bring them their food. I do my best to act like everything is normal, even though I feel anything but. It's like I'm a robot on autopilot, going through the motions of my job without really being present. I'm just going through the motions, trying to survive the day.

Despite the strangeness of the day, I have to admit that it's not all bad. The customers have been pleasant and friendly, and the tips have been generous. It's almost as if nothing unusual is happening at all. I try to focus on these positive aspects, to remind myself that it's not all bad. But no matter how hard I try, I can't shake the feeling that something is deeply wrong.

Just as I'm starting to relax on my break, the chef comes over and tells me that I need to help get some celery out of the freezer. It's an odd request, But I don't want to make waves, so I head to the freezer and start looking for the celery. The cold air hits me like a wave, and I shiver as I search the shelves. It's starting to feel like I'm in a horror movie, and the tension is building.

The cold is intense, and I can feel it sinking into my bones. But I tell myself that I'm only here for a short time, so it doesn't matter. I just need to find the celery and get out of here as soon as possible. I look around the freezer, checking each shelf for the celery. But as I do, I start to get the feeling that I'm not alone. I can feel a presence, a shadow in the corner of my eye. I try to tell myself that it's just my imagination, but I can't shake the feeling that something is watching me.

I feel my way along the shelves, my hands outstretched to keep from bumping into anything. My heart is racing, and I can feel a cold sweat forming on my skin. I'm starting to feel like I'm in a nightmare, and I can't wake up. I take another step, but my foot catches on something and I stumble. I reach out to catch myself, but I feel something soft and damp. I recoil, my skin crawling with revulsion. I'm not sure what I've touched, but I don't want to find out.

It's a small victory, but it's enough. I focus on my task, determined to complete it. I start searching through the freezer, my fingers numb from the cold. But I don't care. I just need to find the celery. I feel the icy air in my lungs, but I push on. And then, finally, I find it. A bunch of celery, tucked away in the back of the freezer. I grab it and hold it close, like a lifeline. I made it. I got the celery.

The air feels thick and heavy, pressing down on me like a physical weight. The darkness is so complete that I can't see my hand in front of my face. I feel a sense of panic rising in my chest, a scream building in my throat. But I force myself to breathe, to stay calm. I'm not going to let this place get to me. I just need to find the celery and get out.

I feel like I'm sinking, like I'm being swallowed up by the darkness. I can't think straight, and I can't remember why I'm here. I can't remember anything at all. I try to hold on to some memory, some small piece of who I am. But it's like grasping at smoke, and it slips through my fingers. I start to panic, the feeling of dread and terror overwhelming me. I feel like I'm losing myself, disappearing into the void.

It's like my brain is shutting down, like my thoughts are being smothered by the darkness. I feel like I'm trapped in a void, a black hole that's sucking me in. I try to fight it, to cling to something, anything. But it's like trying to swim in quicksand. I'm sinking, and I can't stop it.

So I focus on the only thing I can control: my movements. I take a step forward, then another, one foot in front of the other. I try to stay calm, to stay focused. I try to tell myself that I can get out of here. I just need to keep going, to keep putting one foot in front of the other. I can do this, I tell myself. I just need to keep moving.

I'm not sure where I'm going, or if I'm even making any progress. All I know is that I have to keep moving, no matter what. I feel like I'm in a nightmare, one that I can't wake up from. The darkness feels endless, and I'm not sure if there's any end in sight. But I can't stop moving, I can't stop trying. I have to keep going, no matter what. I just have to keep going.