It’s all this glorious spiral. Life, death, all of it, it’s all one singular line stretching on forever. So what then is this endless abyss which I have now found myself in? Am I asleep or am I awake? Perhaps a bit of both, for my mind refuses to actively engage itself with what is happening. Nonetheless I find myself diving further down into these ever darkening waters. The light failing to guide me as the darkness presses in around me.

Yet even here in these midnight depths I can still make sense of the world around me. The very nature of this place that I inhabit. It all makes sense now, each and every last detail, all mine to deconstruct. Yet I feel as if I am not alone here in these depths. Something stalks me, something hunts me, down here in these waters. My mind may not know this, but my body, my body knows. It tells me everything, every inch of pressure and every slight deviation in temperature. While my mind has gone dark my body, my frail body, senses all of this.

I dare not call out to beast that hunts me. I dare not risk incurring the potential consequences which death in a place like this could bring. I take a moment to glance around at the darkness and notice a flicker of blue light farther down. I blink in confusion and stay where I am. Perhaps that is the creature that is hunting me? Perhaps I am paranoid from all of this swimming? Would this even be considered swimming? For the water does not exist, it is as if I am swimming through air.

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I fix my gaze on the light below me. I can see it moving towards me, growing closer by the second. Fear, it grips my body like a serpent, yet I remain here. I do not run from this thing, for why should I? Running only delays that which is inevitable. So I close my eyes for all but a moment as the light reaches me. Yet nothing comes, so I open my eyes again, and to my horror there is nothing in front of me. Nothing save for the blue light. There is no creature staring back at me. Or perhaps I am too much of a fool to comprehend it?

Why else can I not make true sense of any of this? I chuckle and watch in amusement as the light dashes downward, almost beckoning me to follow after it. So I play its little game, if only to understand just what is happening here and now. For I am stranded here in these depths, and am in desperate need of some form of guidance. Perhaps this light shall serve as my guide? Perhaps it will bring about my ruin in some fashion? Who am I to judge something that I cannot comprehend? For all of this nothing makes no sense at all to someone like me.