The Long Walk


There's a man sitting in a dark room talking.



There is nothing. Nothing, as in absence of something, anything.



No scale, no measure, no perception. Existence is absent.



The Long Walk



      There I was, then, floating in the Void, and I wrote a word within myself, a word I can no longer remember, on the wall of eternity.



   I am dreaming, sitting on the edge of a forest overlooking a mist and a land. My eyes are both closed and open,
I see, I stretch out a hand, I reach back into the void, bursting with Power, creating myself out of Nothing.



   And this is how the universe was born.







   Perception is Reality


The Long Walk



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