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Jin and the Solstice of Blood (Part 26)

[I’m madly traveling around the world for work this week, so I’m trying to at least get something written here.]

Darkness enveloped me as I fell into the pit. There was nothing before my eyes, and I started to fell the sense of falling slowed, and gravity became non-existent. I was wrapped in some dark void, and I no longer could tell which way was up and which way was down.

“Where do I go? How do I get out of here?” I asked Ikiru, yet he did not give me a response. For the first time in ages, I felt truly alone. It was not a welcome aloneness that many might feel. However, it was a hollow isolation. I could feel myself cut off from all others, separated and rejected from any kind of contact. Both past and future became as the void around me, empty and hollow, with nothing, no content, no hate, no love, nothing. The sense of absolute nothingness, without meaning, without hope, without purpose. I felt like screaming, but even my voice became lost in the void around me. I was lost in oblivion.