You know what’s down there in the dark. The silent echoes that drown out…everything. Screams and pleas stolen before they reach your throat. Laughter? not even a memory, it must have existed once. Maybe. No.

You know the crushing embrace of emptiness, of nothing, the weight of its compression around your chest. Every nerve eclipsed. Snuffed out. Gone.

And yet, you stand on the edge, staring into the void. You know what’s down there.