This was nice... quiet and... calm. Peaceful.

He was just floating. Not sure where. Everything was a bit hazy. It wasn’t dark... but it wasn’t light either. But it was nice.

You know, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt good. He had a feeling it had been a very long time. He floated there just relaxing, existing, and as the long eons passed, he noticed little chinks, little chips of... something gradually drawn close and fuse. Drawn into him like a puzzle piece slotting into place. He watched it happen again and again trying to understand.

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Eventually he realised. He was fragmented. Broken. But not as much as he had been. Something... light, something happy tried to swell in his chest but never quite manifest. So he went back to watching, floating p, relaxing in the peaceful quiet. For a few more eons at least.