Prologue
The fog had settled in, and it had all been finished. Pain dripped from him; it held him to the ground. Aching, life seemed to seep out of his eyes. It was all black and white, the sight of anything nearby sent off a high pitched ringing into his ear, only increasing the pain. WHen he finally fell into that oblivion that seemed like death, he shut off. All the senses fled, his eyes folded inwards, and his skin ripped away. There was no pain, and the process was slow. He dispersed into nothing. Became nothing. Not even a spec.