There are no emotions, no soft corners, no dreams, no light, no Love, no Life, no desires, no visuals, nothing but vast expanses of darkness. To check the depths of the darkness, whatever words are thrown out are getting lost without any echoes. There seem to be no boundaries or limits to this place. It feels like the absolute end. There are no voices from outside. There is simply nothing that differentiates this place from any other place elsewhere. What should this be called? A different world or just the absolute darkness?
There is no air to support any fire, there is no vision to find out what lies around or ahead. There are no navigation options to identify the direction of travel. There is one thing in abundance, this eerie silence in the absolute darkness. There are no mirages, there is clearly no light here. Even breathing is getting difficult, for, there is no fresh air to breathe. The exhaled air itself is poisoning the surroundings with toxicity making it harder by the minute to sustain.
In this absolute darkness, daggers pierce in the form of memories. What seems to have followed into this place of emptiness are those memories, the laughter, the cherished moments, the clicks, the words, the haunting taunts and the ever-growing sense of isolation. This is true isolation. Only if one chooses to pick this darkness as company, they shall find themselves overcrowded. For the rest, this is loneliness to death and beyond. Even the spirits shall not be liberated from here after leaving the mortal remains.
To take a step forward or side wards or backwards is unsafe without knowing where one stands in this darkness. Is this a chamber? Does this place have flooring or is everything afloat? In a way it appears as if one is floating incessantly without having anything to hold on to. In a way it appears as if one is falling to the depths of the darkness. In a way it appears to be elevating into the empty space above. But, what in reality is this? Is this even reality? Shunned by the society, one door led to this place. Now, finding that door seems impossible, for, as far as the hands can reach, there is nothing around.
Is one alone in this sphere? Or, are there many such clueless souls searching for an exit? Is there a mention about this in the occult studies? If there is anyone else around, why are their voices not heard? Why are their frantic searches not felt? Is this the vast space of emptiness? If so, how are these words escaping through to this altar? Is this a new dimension yet to be discovered by mankind?
Is this some kind of a punishment or some kind of salvation? Can anyone afford to sit here dwelling in this eerie silence thinking they have been liberated from the evils from the world of light? Or, should one start running, trying to get out of this darkness and stay suffering in the light? Upon running in all possible directions, it feels like a hamster wheel with only panting and no progress. The dreams of yesterday are screaming for light. This unknown sphere of existence for the moment has nothing but darkness to offer.
While it became evident to give in to fatigue, a shining light approached, a voice came closer, sat cheek to cheek to whisper, just few words on offer. But, those are the words of salvation. With tears dampening the eyelids, I woke up in confusion. Bubbles \(^_^)/, I now realise it was you who redeemed me from that sphere. I heard you, I saw you bringing me out. But, you left one question unanswered. The very question that arose due to the state you were in. Are you alright, Bubbles \(^_^)/ ? Although you came and rescued me, you did not seem to be in your angelic guise. You were more or less in the same state as I was. Just that, you seemed to have caught me unawares and brought me here. What was it all about, Bubbles \(^_^)/ ? I hope everything is alright at your side?! -rPhoenix
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