January 2010
2 posts
Timestealers
You’re alone. It is dark. Everything is quiet.
This is a different type of quiet, though. It’s the type of silence where the vacuum of nothingness pierces your ears like a burning fire. Devoid of your senses, you sit and dwell on everything, but at the same time, on nothing. Lacking any discernment between night and day, dreams and reality, and your own voice and that of the...
