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"Drink deep, and believe."
They looked into their glass of Eternity. Seeing nothing better to do, they drank. The glass empty, shattered on the everything. Their eyes were everywhere. And nowhere. The room was not and was.
It was everything they did not hope because there was no hope and there was no they. There was only what was not.
At every moment in time and space they existed, therefore in the same breath they were not. Spread like jam across the Everything that is Nothing.
It was not a moment, it was not forever, it did not happen and yet it always was.
And then their eyes opened
And they were awake on a bed in the overwhelmingness of anything.
The lights not bright enough to make everything white. Darkness not black enough to make everything dark. The tiniest surface reflecting the greatest not-infinity of noise.
They could not scream, the air too thick and too thin.
Their head ached.
And yet they had returned.
