Consequences

My feet led me to the precipice of an immense rift in the Earth. It stretched to the horizon and still carried on beyond the sight of my naked eyes. I searched for a bottom of the scar of the Earth's crust, but found only endless darkness. The other side was far too away to cross the wound, and I wasn't even sure I wished to get there.
I looked down once more but saw that the darkness was rising rapidly. Soon it reached the light from an unseen sun, where upon I saw that it was not simply the abyss rising from the core, but blood. I was confused, yet calm at the realization that this was not Earth. I stared at the crimson tide slowly reach to the top of the open wound, nearing my feet.
I took in a deep breath and contemplated. The blood was being spilt by me, but I was unsure if it was justified. I saw the light within the sky dissipate slowly, dwindle even. I thought I had caused this wound for the greater good, for the right cause in the long run. Now I was filled with self-doubt.
The blood from the rift had now reached my feet, my shoes. I saw them get lost in the sea of red. They felt a wave of cool the instant they had touched, but still held my ground. I thought about what I had done, if I could be right, and hoped I wasn't wrong. I saw an hourglass in the sky, where a sun would be. Curious, given that there isn't light yet I could make out the sand lasting on its last grains from the hourglass.
I let out a deep breath and saw the grey of my air leave my lungs, devoid of color. My right hand showed a dagger, showing my darkening reflection. It was too late. Before any deeper alterations could occur, before my hourglass had run out, I had to do something. I had to cause this rift. This wound. Nothing to do now but stand by it.
The blood reached my chest now, but still I stood still.
I let out a final breath, and wondered what repercussions I had waiting for me.
With that thought, the blood fully encased over my skull.
Perhaps forgiveness awaited me. I don't know, but I aim to stay and find out.