Sleep woke him to deafening silence, he closed tight his eyes to better see the well-lit darkness of his waking dreams. Time stopped as each second passed and the abstract ether of being merged holistically with singularity. His existential self-awareness embracing the singular importance of his own post mortem life.
All this, gone.
He couldn't possibly write, he didn't have it in him.
There's nothing else here.
Nothing.
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