My Own Little Void

a glowing arrow on the floor like a chunk of uranium an inch off the ground or at least how i imagine uranium would look. i wouldn’t know. I bathe in the arrow's green glow its dim light guiding the way forward not like forward was very far. further out on this island. the arrow points from a tunnel into a twisted road littered with cargo trains that have broken apart over the years broken pieces, broken parts blindly strewn across the dark. surrounded by a dark orange glow the only sky this place has known. a pond of stagnant water as if a brush of cerulean paint skimmed over the ground. it’s only me on this miniscule landscape. only an inch of hills keeping me from leaping into the night. (NOTE: There's something poignant about joining an empty game server. The place I'm describing is an empty Roblox server.)