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You tried to fill the void.

The voices echo too much in it.

So you put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. You upload your work. Someone tells you they like your stuff.

You start to believe it.

You get a comission, and the promise of another one. Against your nature, you complete the commission, and deliver a nearly-finished sample.
You never hear from the commissioner again.
The second commisioner blocks you everywhere.

You wonder if it was because it was too expensive. Then you think your skill level wasn't enough for what you charged. You check your website for positive reaffirmation, and see the followers have dwindled.
You realize nobody wants your shit, not even for free. The void grows bigger and eats your work, which nobody will see anymore. Not that they'll miss it, you think.

You swear to never try to fill the void again.

Because the problem with voids, you know... is that they're voids.