Perturbation of The Psyche: Isolation

"My name is Cebe Tate, and I just came from Hell."
//The man believed to be Cebe Tate

Again, written in the dark, with the only stimulus a single repeating tone and the bright screen on which the words were written. A trip though the being of one's self is only then found in the cosmic un-universal form with beings so far unalike; their whisperings are too loud for those of us to hear. Empty and become void. Else the world will move on and those that beckon will remain unagreed.