170 Eyes (1)

Everything was black. Blackness, all around.

No, not black.

Dark. It was dark all around in every direction.

But how did he know this? How was he "seeing" the darkness...?

What was he seeing? Was he even "seeing" at all...?

All he knew was that it was dark, warm, *comfortable*... Almost like he was enveloped in a snug, warm cocoon... Almost like he were encapsulated in a mother's womb.

'What...? What's going on...? Where am I...? I-I... I can't move... Or think...'

He felt a sharp sense of danger ringing through his senses for just a split second. Then he felt his consciousness ebb for just a brief moment, one pulse, before the lethargy overcame his unease and it was all just comfortable and warm again.

He felt himself drifting like this, carried on the flows and currents of an unseen river, buoyed by the waves of an unfelt stream. And he knew not of anything except that it was warm, comfortable, peaceful...

And that it was enough if this could just continue forever.