Nil.
Into the
Into the
Into the black I fall,
Deeper, farther still,
As the
As the
As the traces of mind,
Line the unending
Per
ipher
ies—
Creeping like vines
like vines
like vines,
Incoher
ent
and
hostile,
Amongst waves of new
warm memories
memories
memories—
But hark, a figure appears...