> Your breath gets less and less steady, your legs feel sore, and your wounds are still bleeding.
>You can't turn back now, you can't rest. You will not allow yourself to die here.
> With workers and forces all chasing and hunting you, you endlessly run in the dark and dusty facility.
> The sound of your own footsteps and heavy breathing surrounds you, your blood dripping and your legs feeling sore and more sore.
> You run, and run.
> Because it all depends on you.

Each corridor feels the same, but you keep going. You feel as your flashlight will run out soon, so you run, and keep running. Each turn you make, the more you feel tired, with your heart shooting out of your chest. You can't. You can't die here, you...

The footsteps of the guards and dogs get closer, and closer.

You can't let them reach you...you can't let it end here. You start blaming yourself for not remembering sooner, but you know you have to make this right. Because now you have been given the chance to do what is right.

You know what you're here for...so please.

> Live.

Following the path, you reach the power plant. Closing each door behind you, you refuse to look around you or even stop for breath. Your body feels exhausted, and you know will collapse soon, but you refuse to give up. The hallways are illuminated by test tubes and screens and wires, filling you with disguist and hatred. You know what's going on here, and you know your role. You made that promise, and your mistakes, and you're here to do what's right.

The machinery and power plant lets out its screeches and screams. Mechanical roars feel as they lounge at you, with wired claws scratching and tearing into your skin. They're trying to pull you back, struggling to be free. To be one.
Their voices and cries pushing you back, pushing and pulling you into what they think is how they'll get revenge. Whatever you do, do not give up into it.
You start tearing the wires, smashing the glass and breaking the steel. No matter the screams, you keep on wrecking and offing the power plant and its horrors. Not caring what happens, what you witness, what happens, you tear it all away. You wreck and ruin, put all of this to an end.

It's a strange feeling. Something timeless, yet far away. Something never lived, yet encrusted in a memory. Someone close, a friend. Someone you hate, an enemy. Something you so wished for but whose interest was lost in once given. Something good, Something so heavenly. and yet, You cant quite force to forget. Forget what it really is. Would you rather live peacefully in your own lies? Or let the harsh reality reach you, but live in eternal pain?

The answer is,

You can't play god.

You tear the last wire, your hands and fingers soaked with oil and blood. Like a juggernaut had walked past, the entire system is in complete utter ruin. Mechanical corpses, wires, scraps of metal and oil. Not even a single rev or screech. Rough breath and heartbeat. You let the damned blood drip.

And like a tormented beast, you don't even say goodbye.

Not that there's anything that would hear it.

So the beast keeps running, chasing after its survival. Not a matter of prey, wish, or even ambition. It's life and death, it's what drives you to do things. Life and death is what orchestrated all of this, each clashing and piercing for their own part. So all it does is run, and run, to see another day.

For a light, a light so bright.

Called hope.

What this world so deeply desires, and so deeply loves. And so deeply needs...is hope. A light, a tender and gentle light it hadn't seen the shine of for such a long time.

But you're here now.
That light, it gets closer.

Closer and closer, running and breathing.

Can you feel it?

How far, just how far, do you think a so deserved ending is?

After all this time... this terrible and unfair tale has to be put to an end. To let the old rest, and new life resume.

It's all up to you, if you wish to let this all be worth something.

How many miles? How many miles was it?

It's not far /away.