Nothing. All I could see was nothing. Darkness. Emptiness. I wanted to escape it so badly but there was nothing I could do. Because there was nothing. Nothingness entrenched so deep in my reality, the only means of escape I had was accepting it. There was no future. There was no present and there was barely a past. The only thing that was left was that, barely a past. A past that lived so far back in my memory I can only describe it as how an adult trying to recall a memory from the early days of their infancy feels, times a quadrillion billion.
