The nothingness presses in, a weightless pressure. It creeps, a bone-deep absence. Phantasms flicker, fragile like ghosts in the night. Dreams dance, their meaning lost in the infinite. Is this a beginning? The truth https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB7EjG1qMj8&list=PLZyUCudMkqcM4mk4_dH3OwD3Vix21ySC0&index=17&pp=iAQB0gcJCQMKAYcqIYzv