Darkness, pure bleak… darkness. Abysmal and unending, eerie but yet, simple.
Like a turned-off tv, a starless night, the blackness of a person's eyes: all these explained it, but none of them caught the levity–the strangeness. The feeling of being alone in a room, but the unending feeling of being watched, stalked.
That creepiness.
Then, all of a sudden, a bright flash of light shone in this bleakness. Yet, it didn't bring any feelings of relief, or of joy.
Instead, an unknown absurdity accompanied the glare, and when it shrunk, collapsing like a dying star, a black and white tv screen appeared. Glitching and cracking, broken and torn.
Then came a distorted image, although wavy and dim–as bad as videos could possibly get–any person with a discerning eye could glimpse at what appeared.
A disaster sight, a place of ruin and debris, of unending white mists and unnatural lights.
