Swallowing nothing, darkness.
The faint whispers of unasked questions.
Clanking cracked pottery.
Mosaics of fire.
A geometric pattern so undecipherable in its godly pattern.
Dripping in millennia’s of power yet as small and shriveled as an old blueberry.
A lone Persian carpet stands in a red desert.
Dragon scales falling from a heavy sky.
Moss on a tree covered in lichen.
The end of a tunnel, light blue.
Light filtered through the surface of a lake.
Nothing speaks.
Nothing kills.
Nothing comforts.
Nothing.
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