I look out into an endless void. The world behind me slowly slips and I'm standing on the edge of oblivion. My world one of those unseen in the galactic waste that is life. All around me I see space, and void. Universes created and destroyed as if by choice. I take a step forward, nothing changes. However from an unseen characters point of view I am now falling. Falling into a pit that will not end. I question, oh yes I question. Why me? What for? Does my world even care? The shocking result is that a tiny voice, now so solemn and far answers my call.
"No" it says.
"They do not, they will not, and shall not. They won't for one reason above all. They do not see it, they cannot know, and they shall not observe what you are doing. You will, oh yes you will fall. But when you hit the bottom of your seemingly endless chasm know this. We shall be there waiting and ever vigilant for your arrival."
The voice fades and I am now aware of my surroundings. An unending tunnel breaches this never ending landscape of life. Created and destroyed. Its blackness swallows me whole and I'm left I'm the darkness. Null and void, the sound escapes. I'm left In the stillness and I waste away in this black tunnel. It never ends until I want it to. I think I just might wish it so....
