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The light that bled through cracks in the floor became solid, hanging in the air like fat crystals and illuminating.

A spiral rolling into hypnotic nothingness, and light feels its way up and down the walls.

The feeling of being wrapped around and around in quiet, until sound is only a far away rapping against the brain.

Life begins and life ends, and reeling in the vibrations it makes between.

Ripples, the only textures of sound, wrapping around and suffocating the mind.

Rolling forever upward into nothingness.

Safe, quiet nothingness.