Whatever you do, try.

Just don't be mediocre.

The spiral of the Void is formed by our reluctance to try. We empty ourselves into it while avoiding struggle. Death of our spirit follows, mediocrity ensues.

We take refuge in the Void formed of muffled voices all saying the same word, echoing and resonating within the empty hall between our ears. Its sound is deafening but also an oppressive silence that keeps us from moving. The world stops as our death approaches and the notion of speaking grows incomprehensible. We stare blankly into the Void waiting, yearning for an out. Everyone seems to be experiencing the same existential emptiness, most of them are enthralled by it, frantically looking for it to continue.

My eyes widen as whatever is forming in front of them gets closer until it fuses with myself and I see it while it inhabits my mind. It digs deeper than any thought I've ever conjured and unclogs my brain, every single idea that has been muted by the Void pouring out. The air cracks and breaks the silence as every sound hits me at the same time. I breathe out and fill my lungs with air for the first time in hours. I look around and the world is beautiful and filled to the brim with things to love.

The Void looms in the corner, waiting for me to forget how it feels when I let it into my life.

We give ourselves to the Entity of Trying so we may keep struggling.

Book of Nightmares, 1, 1