Birth

Birth

Nothingness, no gravity, frictionless.  

A motion, no acceleration, no landmarks.

Without light, without darkness.  

A four dimensional void. 

A movement, a velocity, not understood.

Then somethingness.

A two dimensional plane.

Moving.

In the distance a horizon.

A transparent line.

Moving toward it.

The line is becoming a jagged mountain.

I am getting closer.

It is closing in on me.

There is no way though.

Terror.






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