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An echo in darkness. Unheard. Unnoticed.

A voice. But not my own. Screaming so angry, so intense, so demanding, that I tremble in my slumber.

What do you want?


'''"I want knowledge! Not faith, not assumptions, but knowledge. I want God to stretch out His hand, uncover His face and speak to me."'''

''But He remains silent.''

'''"I call out to Him in the darkness. But it's as if no one was there."'''

''Perhaps there isn't anyone.''

'''"Then unlife is a preposterous horror. No man can live faced with Death, knowing everything's nothingness."'''

''Most people think neither of death nor nothingness.''

'''"But one day you stand at the edge of life and face darkness. What then?"'''



Darkness. Nothingness. Dreams. Must I awaken?

Must I?

Please. Let me sleep!

Take me back!

Please...