1.
Blackness.
The lack of existence. Nothing.
The passage of time. Minutes, hours, months, centuries – all one and the same. With the lack of existence comes a lack of perception. A void.
More blackness. Deep and penetrating.
A century passes. Perhaps a minute.
Semi-blackness. Darkness is divided from the deeper darkness. And the darkness suddenly seems brilliantly blinding. Existence slowly returns in fragments. A fluctuating haziness, like a glimpse of the moon on a cloudy day from 50 feet below the surface of the water.
The moon?
Something is wrong. Fluids maybe. Noises some – a ringing from the other end of a tube a thousand miles long. Indistinguishable.
Pressure. In some places sharper than others. What’s this? Pain? What is pain again? Oops, nothing important. The darkness returns.
Void. . .
Blackness. . .
Eternity. . .
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