Dawn of the morning that killed the world. Transparency, a window to Heaven mirrored an ocean below. Translucency, there was never a face that could be seen. White light flooded the brooding eye. The hands of youth severed at first breath under the delusive vault. Dusk of the evening that birthed the mind. The deceit of luminescence diminished at the rim of the Earth. An enveloping blanket swallowed the sky. The death of voice silenced heedless words, the death of vision blinded illusory existence. And from the blackness of the void, came the sound of a nostalgic melody, and the evocative glow of the sun. Behind the sheet of glass that separates mind from world, was the silhouette of a child. With lips bent and fingers curled, he peered through the window in dismay. Painted in the pupil’s reflection was a twin pair of apathetic eyes, gazing from the skull of a listless man, who incinerated the affirmation of time. Amidst the hallow walls of the ceaseless azure, a fleck cast a radiant sliver upon the dimming loop in the rhythm of infinity.
