There was a moment… I know when I was under in the dark that something… whatever I’d been reduced to, you know, not even consciousness. It was a vague awareness in the dark, and I could… I could feel my definitions fading. And beneath that darkness, there was another kind. It was… it was deeper, warm, you know, like a substance.
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