[ WP ] At the edge of the city , you could look out into the dark .

No one knew what was really out there, but we've all heard the tales; or made-up our own. 
 
 The cold breeze flowed through my hair as i sat on the roof of my apartment, nestled at the edge of the city but tucked away safely behind the wall. The light of the street lamps and the gross incandescence of the many sky-scrapers could only reach so far out into the wild before it was consumed by the darkness. I stared into the deep dark, searching with my eyes to find any evidence of the stories we were told as children. The darkness was thick, milky, and serene, it seemed too peaceful, like an unnatural curse had devoured any light that dared touch it. It unnerved me and I could feel a sinister resonance pulsing from within the void. The inability to know what lied beyond frightened me to no end. I was afraid of this nothing. 
 
 My worst fears waited for me in that darkness. 
 
 I sighed and went back inside, my warm, protected, sanctuary. I was far far away from that darkness. 
 
 I do n't want to know what waits within that darkness, and i do n't believe the tales that the others tell me. For now, i will just live my life and pretend that it is n't there. 
 
 
 But that darkness will come for us all, eventually.
