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it was darker than anything he had ever experienced. and he knew what the dark was like.
but there are different kinds of dark.
this dark was bad.
very bad.
the worst of all darknesses.
the first dark that he remembered was... nice.
there had been a sort of... glow to it.
he couldn't remember why.
why?
whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywh-
a face.
a person.
a... human.
that was why there was a glow.
a human. a... king.
at least, that was what it seemed like to him.
a king who ruled over the darkness, making it not-so-dark.
but this dark
was empty.
there was nothing.
except for.
him.
what was he?
he couldn't remember.
who
was he?
who even cares. he was gone anyway.
trapped.
in this eternal void of
Pitch.
Black.
Darkness.