Fright

The power that once resided in those fingers has disappeared. Strength is no longer available. Weakness is not a replacement but, instead, a robust deficiency whose decay defines an empty, parallel path. Answers without questions leave behind a permanent stench that cannot be overcome by memories. Confusion swallows understanding. Truth drowns in slippery fiction. Eternity is a once-in-a-lifetime experience; madness risen from the depths of hell.