In Limbo

The Light never came. The Darkness never fell. Dark, insidious masses rolled across what, in time immemorial, had been azure skies. Noxious fumes that never dissipated, the black dust that never settled, this was the miasma that blanketed the air. Freakish winds sometimes swept apart cracks in the clouds, seeming to offer some respite, only to reveal the permanent pale crimson iridescence of the skies above. The deathly light was not something borne of the Sun, but of Man. Perhaps not only of Man, but of things beyond this world.

The clouds parted again, bathing the world below in blood red, revealing the decay and gloom that rivaled the skies above. Where once lay swathes of trees, bustling cities and the energy of life, all that was left was the carrion of Earth. Vast plains spread all around, dessicated and dead, serrated with gaping chasms. The Black Rains had created predators of a new kind on these plains. Shrouded in sulfurous mist, lay small pockets of muck that pulled down anything that fell into it, slowly engulfing into the abyss.

A lone road remained. Passing through an arcade of rubble, mountains that were the remnants of a civilization long dead, the strip of broken asphalt cut its way across the barren wasteland. This is where he walked. He was the last one. A man, whose will was weathered as the stones around him, but still not broken. More bones than flesh, hair shriveled and blanched gray, he trudged on passing from shadow to shadow of the heaps of history around him. The wind swirled all around him, whistling and howling. Mocking. The rage never died down in him, the flames fanned, as they were, by the wind. As he shuffled out of the shadows, he looked up at the skies and raised his middle finger up to it, screeching with his broken voice, "Fuck You!"

And he walked on...

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Inspiration - Sir Humphrey Appleby of Yes Minister & Yes Prime Minister fame

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Dear colleague,

Kindly note that all the literature beyond this point or including this may be disregarded if the moments that you spare may be used in more productive activities, for all the verbal data that is given in this particular communication will show no possibility of being collated, analysed and presented in any fashion that may be considered, with due importance to the relevant criteria of course, to be comprehensible to any other industrial professional who may happen, delibrately or by coincidence, to glance or indeed peruse through the entirety of this document. At this juncture, it is important to include the possible exception of a hypothetical scenario, wherein a individual residing in a dimensional parallel to the environment currently occupied by the author, or perhaps indeed, an individual who occupies another volume in the same dimensional space as the author, who when subjected to the same parameters, within acceptable tolerances, of suitable duress and pressure on the relevant aspects of ones mental and emotional composition, would, in the course of time, acquire a verisimilar outlook which closely resembles the main subject in question, which would enable him or her, with no particular significance to gender preference, to perceive the intended purpose and the motivation that underlies this particular literary composition.

I sincerely hope that you are not one of those individuals. If so, all I say is... Join the club

Thank you