Interesting, I feel, enlightened, through the abstract night, have I emerged protected? The strangeness of the numbness permeates the very air I breath, exhausting my lungs. My senses have been, banished. I have dreamed of this moment since I was a child, now all I feel instead is the clenching of the void, the emptiness of obscurity. Pushed far past Its limit, It is now weak, painless, uneventful. And the Other, simply, missing, no usual customers, uninhabited. I remember, how it looked, so pathetically black, so emotionless. It in itself, a being who had been lost for generations, filled with entities, beautiful ones, who despite such blessings, embodied only the despair of tactless wandering. The overwhelming giant was the definition of the loss of the imaginable, it described the blandness of the first impression as it glowered, and exemplified the very essence of the Lost. It seems that through routine ritual I have finally awakened, that my reality must now be what I project, the only control I still retain. I have always known that escape was impossible, but I now dare to try, only through infinite struggle may I ever understand.
Conclusion: It pains me dearly to admit that I have altered, solely through the experience of missing abstractions, through intangible aspects, but the poison has taken its course. Removing the toxin will take time and pain, and though the results will yield positively, it would have snatched sacrifices. The last chance fades and reappears with no warning, I have no choice, it only takes a glance above to realize that.
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