"What is the Darkness?"

You open your eyes to gaze upon your weary soul, seeking an answer to your question.

It's pitch black in a world of full D A R K.

You smell a rotting stench all around you.

The wind roars in your ears.

A starless sky hangs above you.

You have idle hands; there is nothing to touch, as far as you can tell.

Your feet find purchase on a dry surface you cannot see.

You hear your mark billowing in the wind.

YOUR LIGHT FADES AWAY…