At the bottom of the rabbit hole is a blue light full of peace, once fulfilling Cali with a sense of serenity. Now, she digs her nails in the moist dirt that encircles her. She is weak, arms quaking as she uses what little strength left to reach the top. She tells herself not to look down, but the voices beneath her are louder screaming:
“Cali. Look down and claim your crown.”
“Be one of us. We are like gods.”
“You get use to the darkness the longer you’re in it.”
“NO!” Cali screams. She’s almost at the opening where another faint light of crimson gives her a burst of energy needed to keep moving upward. Why try to escape from it in the first place where it’s merely the reality we all must exist in even though it’s a hellhole?
The voices down below have no real faces. They once belonged to people Cali knew personally. Now they wear mask that portrays their dark, perverse tendencies. How did she get in the hole in the first place?
“Cali, please.” Her friend calls out. The first one to make the leap. “You too can have this lifestyle. All you have to do is look down at me.”
