No.835
Utter nullity. In the words of the ancient sages of ruined Ashenzohn, it was the endlessness that ends in itself. Dark silence beyond sleep and time, from whose oceanic immensities some bedraggled speck of attention - pulled out, and turned - still dazed at the precipitous lip, catches a glimmer, as if some cryptic emergence from eclipse. then a sound, crushed, stifled, broken into gasps. Something trying scream …
Does thirteen billion years really seem like such a long time to you?