Darkness.
Everywhere you look, there's only darkness.
And nothing else.
Nothing is here.
Nothing but the darkness.
Always dormant, and forever quiet.
...
...
...
But then...
...a ripple. Of some sort.
And then...
...a dot...of light.
A voice. Was that a voice just now?
What even is a voice?
And that light. It's tiny and dim existence manages to pierce through the thickness of the darkness.
Another ripple.
From the spec of light.
Something echoes from it.
It's that voice again.
But it's barely audible.
Almost nothing, as if nothing.
But it is there.
What is it saying?
The light is dimming.
Where is it going?
The ripples start to lessen.
The light continues to dim.
...until...
Everything returns to the way it always has.
Darkness.
And nothing else.