'This feeling… like home... I am intoxicated, by this strange feeling... I... want to hate it, but I can only… love it! I want to, forever and ever, in this place... I want to remain here... But, will it leave me? Like everything?… And everyone?... I hope not.' Time passed by and he just floated, at least Helkep felt like that. He continued to flow along it, that which felt like the tide of a river. In a soothing silent state of mind, from which he desired to never be set free from, he drifted along for hours, for years, for centuries. He never knew, he could never guess or estimate, just exactly how much time had passed.
Eventually, no matter how much he desired it, it finally came for him. The light, the blinding light in the river of endless darkness.
His closed eyes slightly quivered and slowly opened up and stared at the blinding light which had forced him out of his...home.
