Broken messages peck at my ears, crying out a case for the perverse and lurid world around me. Vines stretch out to strangle me, but I am too fast. The Earth quakes with anger, but the darkness hides invisibly from my face, and follows in the silence of my every footstep.
I come upon a broken tower; a great magnificent light of which draws the multitudes close. All around silence holds the people, and the darkness forces the eyes upon the brightness before them. In a moment's time the light dies, and the sound fills the void.
As all around me, the world is dark, and the world is loud, a voice leaps upon me, and throws me to the floor. "Wait!" And another picks me up. "Run!" and the sound passes as the sand in the wind. Tiny lights grow and fade, but only in the distance.
My mind races, but my senses slow. The world is dark again, and silent, and empty.
I am dead to the world, and the world is dead to me,
but I am not dead in the least.
justice_prime Community Member 
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