Chapter 7Darkness.
Only darkness.
He was alone in it. He was it.
Darkness; motionless, yet rushing, tumbling, carrying all with it.
From nowhere, to nowhere, circling and spiralling. Forever.
Ever?
Time did not exist here.
Here? Nor was there here, or there.
Endings were beginnings; beginnings, endings. All things were one.
And nothing.
Yet terror was all about him. His...
And not his?
A wordless cry formed. It went rippling through the darkness, struggling with it.
For it did not belong. Nothing belonged. This place should not be, could not be...
Place?
This was all places, no places.
Darkness.
Nothing.
Nothing, and the terror, like cobwebs, folding and stirring the darkness, reaching through it, wrapping around it, clinging, choking.
And him. An awareness that knew its
