In truth, everything desires absolute stillness and utter desolation. To exist in a world where the desecration of silence is akin to blasphemy, and the punishment too terrible to bear. This world, which stifles contradiction, exists somewhere on the perimeter of our vision in the eye of our imagination. Within full sight, if only we could turn our heads. Ancient, primordial, black air still permeates throughout the body of one attuned to such a place. Even now if you would finally silence the animalistic desire human artifice, the deep resounding silence would be welcoming. And when one has finally given themselves to such an order older than the mind of a human, what welcomes them? As they slowly crane their necks to see behind them in that room for the first time, and their eyes grow dark and tired. The last fleeting thoughts as the mind relinquishes control for the last time. Now destined to forever hold its breath as it enters into an eternal, dreamless sleep.