Snippet #2788457

Darkness. A cold, enveloping and warm darkness. It was nice. It was comfortable. It was knowable.
Then, a seeping... thing appeared. One might have called it light, but it wasn't really that. It was more of a dark light. Blacker than black. It roiled and folded like fog. It collected, solidified and formed into...

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Matter awoke, gasping for air. The darkness was still all around it, but this time it was cold, and oppressive. It was inky, and it roiled around his body, choking Matter slowly. It attempted to bat away the darkness, but of course it was intangible. It tried to scream, but could not; its lungs were full of shadow. Desperately, Matter kicked up and began swimming desperately for the surface. But there was no surface; there wasn’t even an end. And finally Matter realized where it was. This place was an infinity of cold, lonely darkness.
This was Oblivion.