A Flare Star for the Dramatic

[ some bits turn to moisture-bloated, pulpy slivers under your fingers, but beyond that, plunging ahead into the darkness is simplicity itself.

...

[ the Mist flooding your lungs quickly turns overwhelming. you feel your stomach clench. it is officially too late to turn back. for who? who knows.

there's a point it gets unbearable.

...with a certainty that this will help, somehow, you now feel a nagging urge to do something rather strange:

speak into the darkness the name of one you envy. ]