Adrift a sea of swelling energy.
Bounds of reality shift and cling to one another like worms of black in the ocean of blinding perpetualilty.
Cosmos’s fling by like stars. Whole realities shoot past, streams of white and red always surrounded by a breathing vortex of black and sickly greens. What has happened? Where am I? What are these but light?
I cling to sanity, for mere moments, broken by the calling mad voice of the darkness beyond. It calls, like a dog frothing. Dog on! Dog on! It speaks, forever screaming insanity and hate. Its voice is grating and loud, covering the swelling noises of the vortex that at constant cringe beneath the weight of reality and none.

And before me. Always before me. That tunnel stretches forth, pulsing white and black in slow rhythmic breaths, whose walls of changing lights and spinning colors end sharply at black, a black so deep no light has ever touched it, a black whose innards teem with beings beyond my comprehension.
What is this place? How long have I been here? What speaks to me in voices of painful suffering, continually punishing my sanity with its hateful pattern?
In this sane moment, I wonder if I ripple through reality. Do my words reach beyond? Is there someone who can hear my thoughts or voice? I wonder, do I still exist?