Severed

The ties that bind are cut, snipped by the shears of the Fates. The unknown waits, poised to
engulf the unwitting. Its darkness reaches out, talons clawing and piercing flesh. A battle unsues,
wills clashing; a fight for freedom from the black abyss that threatens to control. Light punctures
the shroud as it gains a foothold, obliterating it. Severed are the grips of fear and pity as the light
brings hope and sustenance.

This passage can be found in 6S Volume 1 published by sixsentences.blogspot.com.