SPN Drabble - RoboSam
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RoboSam
He likes to go out at night, when the world is as dark and empty and hollow as he is. In a land cradled in lunar sleep, he listens as the moon mocks him, tells him that he's a stranger to everyone, even himself. He doesn't argue, only nods in agreement, and continues to walk. Her thirsty eyes bruise his skin, but Sam can't feel it. Nothing slows him down, for he no longer feels the pull she has on every living thing.
He walks to the rhythm of dead leaves and brittle pine cones as they crunch beneath his feet. Tree knots stare at him like wolf eyes, hungry for his blood. Memories trail behind him like lost stars, matching him step for step like a relentless shadow. The wind bites at its own frost, rejects the thing who walks in its path. Sam burns cold, adding ice to the earth with every step he takes.
The path narrows, but he doesn't care. It takes him where he wants to be.