[Backdated to the Dream Virus on Friday]
Jul. 1st, 2009 01:42 am[It's a dark, echoing place. There are confusing patches of light, like dim, distant windows, and you feel like it must be a building, that there must be walls somewhere, but at the same time the darkness stretches on so far as to feel infinite.
There is a feeling of being alone. And small.
And threatened.
( But you have to go on, have to keep moving. There's no telling what will happen if you stay still. )
There is a feeling of being alone. And small.
And threatened.
( But you have to go on, have to keep moving. There's no telling what will happen if you stay still. )