This is when the darkness comes forth.
Again.
It is hardly a new trend. If anything, it’s an old one.  Things have a way of being nauseatingly repetitive.
The darkness is where I lived. By choice. For quite some time. Not quite some time by human standards, but for several human lifetimes. Not for years, but for hundreds of years. Then I broke free. The possibility that I would one day return has been here, hanging over me, ever since.
If there is any solace, it is that I have not made the trip of my own volition. It is not my weakness or renewed wantonness. It has been demanded of me.
But not of you.
If you fear the dark, you are free to go.