The Darkness Moves thick, yet, there’s no direction. So Many battles fought within. I am inside it and it keeps swallowing me, yet, it’s not hungry. The air tastes of iron and rust but the body breathes anyways. Stupidly obeying its nature, its cage. I raise my hand, i don’t intend escaping nor resisting. I just want to exist in the motion, this gesture without meaning. A wave no one will see. The walls of the beast pulse an Algor Rythm, it secretes my thoughts away. I can hear the fluids dragging behind the skin, a tide that carries me deeper into it, i can see the place where no light remembers its origin. There’s no bargain here, no promises, no ressurection. The beast is not evil, just infinite. It just devours everything, it cannot do otherwise. And i allow myself to be carried, because i cannot too, do otherwise. Death is not an event, it’s a process already completed, the silence before birth, the endless pause between clicks, in a metronome that was never wound. And so i keep waving, from the maw of the beast. To nothing, to no One, to the Absurd.