All was dark. An endless stream of pictures ran across the black canvas, but those pictures were as blurry as anything else. Not even a sound could be heard. Nothing made sense. There was nothing to be done. No arm or leg to be moved. No mouth to let breathe. No heart to feel beat. No mind to even think… 

A state of being that was hard to describe. Everything was nothing, and it felt like one’s sense of ‘self’ was something that had long since disappeared… 

If there was an emotion to be felt, then would posit that it had to be ‘panic’. 

Yes. Panic. An emotion of fear never before felt. Panic as if one was trying to reclaim everything, but was that ‘everything’?

And…why? One wasn’t quite clear about it… 

A beam of light dawned across the darkness, scattering away the tendrils so that the blurry pictures once more began to take shape… 

Things were hazy, but something...