I don’t think I can do it.

I mean, could you if you knew your biggest fear was yourself? The broken images you see in your mirror, the lilting whispers never fading from your ear?

But I bite my fear back and trudge forward.

Immediately a blast of zero-degree air hits me. Knocks me back. Leaves me spinning. Even as I stand, still several meters away, I can see images burning at the back of my brain, begging to light the flame of fear.

Of course, I think. It’s trying to find my deepest fear. And it will in a matter of but a few seconds.

I’m right.

Images swirl behind my eyes, searing pain and bright light streaking. I see myself, hollow eyes and alone. Alone.

Worthless.

Stumbling, reaching forward on my hands and knees, I venture further.