Darkness

Absolute blackness. Darkness which can itself be seen, and through which nothing else can be seen.

Tiny, glittering silver threads dancing through the darkness, within the black, woven throughout it and a part of it.

They cannot be looked at, cannot be seen. The darkness overwhelms them. They are part of it. the glimmers of silver deepen and enrich the blackness, make it more real, more solid.

A voice from the depths of the cave, no language and no words. A voice, hardly a breath, dark and colourful as the blackness itself. Pale and cold as the strange colours of the walls.

The threads disappear and the blackness thins. Dark is again a colour and no longer a thing. Pillars and walls can be seen through the darkness. The interior of a cave, glistening with pale colours. Silvers and greens, blues and purples, bright and small in the blackness, dully glowing through it and making themselves visible and the darkness a pale, suffuse black, filling the cave, saturating the air.

The voice sings snatches of an old melody, a song older than the Worlds. A faint, haunting sensation, hardly heard, something between a sound and a feeling, insinuating itself into your mind, into your being.