I'm floating in a sea of nothing, in a sea of everything. This is the point where everything begins and everything ends. The place of birth, grave of death, and cradle of rebirth. My soul searches tirelessly, not knowing exactly what it's searching for. Is it peace? Is it hope? Is it light? Or is it something darker, something mysterious, something wrought of the horrors and truths of Poe's Pit and the Pendulum. Will I ever find out? Will I ever be free? I suppose that's the joy of life's mysteries.
