It was dark.

Cold.

Lonely.

It feels like she exists isolated in a vast space void of life, yet the atmosphere surrounds her whole being as if being actively pressed into a shoebox.

Nothing and everything: simultaneously occurring all at once.

She feels empty but incomprehensibly heavy. 

All of a sudden, she began to fall.

It was horrifying, of course, but she could not, at the very least, find her voice to let out a scream. It went on for a while, just plummeting into the chasm of oblivion that she nearly got accustomed to the sensation it came with. Almost. 

Even if she believed that she had been falling for eternity now, she, nonetheless, fears the now-becoming constant sense of the never-ending experience. She was still desperately, albeit pointlessly, resisting it — flailing her arms around, wishing to have someth