Shadows and Hallucinations
I see a net of forces enwrapping me, and they weave and writhe in fantastic ways which I can only describe as... natural. As I perceive the surroundings with organs that clearly do not belong to me, organs which I know not how to fully utilize, figures pass through an ether from one side, to another on another side, yet these ethers are one and the same, simply connected past the realm of perception. It is all a Void, but what am I standing on? In what medium am I communicating? Is anyone listening? Is there anyone? Am I anyone? But who am I to ask these questions, as I am a dust mote in a stuffy, dark attic, only faded lunar light casting little illumination in the darkness? Where am I, and why am I here? I can trust nothing, for all appears to be transient, just spirals of smoke, a miasma of a long-gone beginning, after a sporadic flame erupted out of nothingness, and everything is now deteriorating fuel for the fire and floating embers, ascending... or falling? Who knows which direction we are going? We are the embers, and we are blinded by our own dim light, which we borrowed from the fire. Yet our blinding light casts illumination around us, helping us understand.