The truest type of darkness was not the absence of light. It really wasn't!
It is the absence of everything that allows consciousness to orient itself within reality. When one cannot see, there remains touch and sound and the sense of one's own body moving through space. When one cannot hear, there remains vision and the vibration of the world beneath one's feet.
Even in the deepest caves where no light has ever penetrated, there exists the comfort of knowing that reaching out will eventually contact something solid, something real, something that confirms you still exist within a universe that acknowledges your presence.
But imagine a darkness where sight fails utterly, where sound dies before it can travel an inch from its source, where the very air presses against you with weight that makes movement feel like swimming through stone. Imagine reaching out and feeling nothing, sensing nothing, perceiving nothing beyond the boundaries of your own skin.
