The Collapse of the Mind

Arel couldn't remember when it started, or how long it had been. Time felt meaningless in the endless void of his thoughts. His mind had become a storm, a whirlwind of confusion and pain that seemed to have no end. The silence that surrounded him only amplified the chaos within him, leaving him trapped in a mental prison he couldn't escape.

It had all started with his cries, his desperate pleas to God. But the silence that followed had been far worse than anything he had ever imagined. The absence of a response had become unbearable. Arel's love for God, which once felt like a beacon of light, had now turned into something darker, something suffocating.

He felt the weight of his thoughts pressing against him, like a thousand heavy chains wrapping around his mind. His body was no longer his own. His hands trembled, his vision blurred, and a tightness in his chest made it hard to breathe. He could feel the walls closing in on him, yet there was no escape.

"Why do you remain silent?" he whispered to himself, though he knew there would be no answer. His heart ached with a pain he didn't know how to describe. He had given everything for this love, this devotion, and yet, it had led him to nothing but emptiness.

The thoughts swirled inside his head, growing louder, more distorted. He reached up to touch his temples, trying to soothe the throbbing pain, but it only intensified. He felt as though his very mind was unraveling, piece by piece. "I can't take this anymore." His voice was barely a whisper, the words caught in his throat.

His gaze shifted to the corner of the room, where shadows danced in the dim light. He couldn't focus on anything for long. His thoughts were too fragmented, too scattered to make any sense. His mind had become a battlefield, and he was losing the fight.

Arel stumbled to his feet, his body swaying as if he were standing on the edge of a precipice. He tried to steady himself, but his legs refused to cooperate. It was as though the very foundation of his reality was crumbling beneath him. The walls seemed to warp, the air thick with an oppressive weight. The world around him no longer felt real.

"Is this madness?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear. He couldn't tell anymore. He didn't know if he was truly awake or if this was some nightmare he couldn't escape.

Arel sank to his knees, his hands clutching his head as if trying to hold it together. His mind was slipping further into the abyss, and he couldn't stop it. The silence that had once felt like a void now felt like a cage, and Arel was trapped inside it, with no way out.

He had become lost within himself.

And for the first time, he realized—he might never be found.