I was in the tunnel. The tunnel was long; it was filled with billowing wind and howling voices like a chorus of wendigos. The light at the end grew closer slowly, but it still grew. And after so much untrackable time, I wanted to go there.

But I couldn’t reach the light because something huge with wings – lots of wings, maybe hundreds, and I sensed that I saw only a part of it – was finally here, and it heart-punched me back into darkness. I fell, also for a long time.

THIS IS THE PLACE YOU MADE

Black glass. I had struck and flattened myself against black glass. No fire, no ice, no chains, no screams. An escherian labyrinth of black glass that hummed when struck to make a eerie melody of echoes and counter-hums fading off forever, and melody I might get used to … and I’d have to, because this could be forever.

No burdens, no annoyances, no fears … a place I can explore forever.

No love, no friends, no goals, a place I can go crazy in.

The thing with all the wings in the universe floated above me, more Yog-sothoth than angelic. I dared to point a dream-finger up at it.

Your rabbit form was funnier. Rivers to streams to little fingers, Raven told me.

YOU PRESUME TO KNOW

Bill Hicks told me that we are all one consciousness, experiencing itself subjectively. So I’m a finger, a pinky finger compared to you, but we’re all just one thing. So don’t be acting so separate and above it all.

YOU PRESUME TO KNOW

Do you?! Do you have the omniscience necessary to leave me down here?!

YOU PRES-

Chapter 25: 83 Years Without Incident