What is there to explain dreamless dreaming? What darkness can compare to the darkness unseen? Blackness that by its very emptiness doesn't exist while it exists. Void so permanent that all who enter into its caress are lost to even the sensation of being touched. The idea of even knowing one drifts in the inky blackness is lost in the deep folds of nothing. Does one truly exist here? Where, if not here, does one go that gives one inner life while the outer shell breathes?
After a long year in the confines of nowhere, deep in the vast darkness of the dreamless dreaming, Brin's eyes finally reopened and her consciousness came back online.
