the looming undoing

she had come from a place of ice, of shards and spikes, of endless cold that crawled into her skull.

but this-

this was a place of fire.

it was everywhere- it didn't touch her but she was surrounded, engulfed in whispers of heat.

this place was the end. a place of silence, a place of horrible light.

she couldn't remember what had brought her here.

but it must have been worse than death itself.