He found himself on the tip of an obsidian spire. All around him was darkness, the only light was one which was far too distant to be any star, but provided enough light to warn him of his surroundings. Below him lay a blanket of darkness, its depth unknown, however known enough that if one was to fall in it, they would not see light again. He looked around aimlessly, attempting to find his bearings among the different shades of grey, but he knew deep down that it was futile. He had made his decision, there was no turning back.
He looked down at his feet, and noticed the sea rising. The ebony void creeping upwards, as if too eager to wait for his arrival. It had begun to envelop his feet, swallowing them in its murky darkness and crawling further up his body. Where the darkness had consumed him, he felt nothing. It was not like the numbness he felt before, but more as if those parts of his body were made non-existent. He knew of this feeling from the stories, however words could not reach a depiction of this sensation. Or lack of one.
He did not think much whilst the sea rose further and further. There were reasons which he came here, and he knew of the acts which induced them, he had spent his emotions on them long ago.. He thought of his mother and brother, and hoped that they would carry on.
Hope
He looked upwards, towards the source of this little light. He wanted to reach out for it, to tell it to come back. But he knew his attempts would be in vain. The stories told of its appearance to men like him, that it was a small token of respect, as nothing else could be offered to one who becomes his shadow. So instead he focused his gaze on it, so that at least his last vision will be of something which once made him whole, as his own shadow slowly made him none.