Whispers in the Void

Previously

…I stood, the journal clutched tightly in my hand. The storm raged outside, but inside, a different kind of tempest was brewing. The decision was made. The whispers would not be silenced. They would be amplified. I would walk into the heart of the storm, and I would demand the truth. The ending beat was not one of resolution, but of a terrifying, exhilarating beginning. The precipice had been reached, and now, I had to step off it.