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The void.

The void.
You fall and you fall...
Blackness...
But you wonder... what is blackness?
Nothing.
There is nothing.
Nothing at all.
Something that can not be understood by the human mind...
For there is nothing....
Nothing at all.
And you wonder...
And you question...
Questions spout out of you
Like a fountain for throwing useless pieces of metal into

What is blackness?
What is dark?
Where am I?
Am I anywhere?
Can I escape?
Is there anywhere to escape too?

These questions spout out of you and twirl into the air above you...
Except there is no air
There can be no air...
Because there is nothing...
Nothing at all.

They circle above your head in a white tornado and a dizzying feeling overcomes you

You circle with the questions
Spinning in a tornado of whiteness

And then there is nothing...
Nothing at all.