M, also known as Dr. T--may the light of a hundred thousand suns shine upon his countenance-- stares an empty stare down the endless corridor. Towards its furthest reaches, where the light gives up its very soul to the death-grip of eternal darkness, lies salvation. So near, yet so far. He can sense it: a dark, warm nothingness washing the universe all the way to its very end.
As M reaches deep within himself to draw from the strengths of his primeval, a shadow slithers across te corridor. It is Ia, his Insignificant Aide.
Before M can react, Ia closes her eyes and dives into the warm nothingness.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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