It’s dark. Pitch black.
Looking around, I see darkness moving within itself. I don’t hear a thing. There’s thunder and lightning but I don’t hear a thing. I’m just not paying attention so I don’t hear shit.
When you spend enough time in the quiet, you’ll notice the silence speaks. It has a voice of its own; I wish we spoke the language. I wish we could decipher what it says.
Am I supposed to be scared!? What do I do when this is the only escape?