I am alone.
There is nothing here. Nothing.
Can you fathom how it feels, being separated from the very fabric of existence, floating like tedious debris within a formless void of emptiness?
Darkness envelops me, tugging relentlessly at the last shreds of my sanity.
How many aeons have passed me by? The question is ludicrous. This place has no time. No space - no time.
How long does a thought last? Does it endure the perpetuity of infinity – or does it evaporate in an instant like a frail wisp of smoke, drifting into non-existence?
Troubling thoughts turmoil within me, throwing up fragments of feelings with the behemothic majesty of interstellar nebulae. How long can anyone suffer the seclusion of solitude?
I feel the very core of my being drifting slowly apart. My thoughts are losing their coherence, gradually relinquishing to the ever present pull of the infinitesimal darkness around me. I claw at them, dragging them back in a fearful frenzy – what will remain when I lose the final shreds of my self?
Let me not be alone.
So I said, “let here be light.”
And there was light.