So maybe I was blinded all this time, and life is all an illusion, and time doesnt even exist.
Maybe this is all a dream, a very persistant NIGHTMARE and there's no one there to wake me up.
It doesnt exist, the voice whispers to me as I lie awake in my bed, dreading the neverending darkness that surrounds me. None of it exists.
In the morning I take a deep breath and reach for my coffee. It's my only comfort in this crazy world. Coffee, and the stars.
But there are no stars during the day. At least not where I can see them. I am alone, all alone.
It doesnt exist, the voice whispers.
And all the creatures of the darkness turn their empty faces to the starless sky and whisper back...
...it doesnt exist.