Prologue:
Darkness, something I've known for a long time. I choose to know it, while others run from it. Darkness is my home, and yet that darkness is warm and comforting, encasing me. And the darkness is not dark.
Sometimes, I believe, the darkest things are the brightest. Where am I? I can't recall, but I suppose the more important question is who am I, rather than where. If that's the case, then what am I? I don't know…
But I don't really care. The darkness is warm. Mother holds me now, and holds me close, for I am in the darkness, and yet encased in the light of the world. So truly where am I?
I can hear the thin strands snapping to and fro; I can feel the warm buzzing that's running through my veins; I can sense something coming, or rather someone, as now the Mother has come to give her blessing unto me. Oh, the sweet Mother, her poisons of the Earth and the nature she gives life too- truly she cherishes the darker things.
The things we tend to hide.
I recall nothing of myself, and yet I know that once upon a time, when I had cares, I would hide things from the world. Do I still? No. I can't help what I don't know. And I'm home. The Mother is with me… and even if she weren't I wouldn't care. I'm home. I'm warm. I'm in the darkness.
That's all I want right now.
Darkness, something I can't seem to escape. I can't run, not with my legs entangled in its web. The substance of all the living, it surrounds me, for my knowledge alone. I'm a desperate fool to encase what's so cold in this lifetime, and yet I can't stop myself.
I am only one man… a man wishing to hold what he cherishes most.