A state of consciousness

 

The bleached walls, reflect nothing. Nothingness is everything.

The void, an abyss, limbo or a corridor. You choose.

A small figure perched behind a basic desk.

‘Are you on time?’

‘Yes’

‘Join the line’

Stooped figures become prominent. Previously unseen, breaching the haze of nothingness.

Crooked shapes uninterested in anything other than the swipe of a thumb.

Nausea strikes amid the sea of nothingness.

The bleached walls penetrate a plethora of senses.

Nothingness.

Is this hell?

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A state of consciousness

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