What is there... over there? There is nothing. I was born in the bottom of a pit... where no light shone. As if pressed together by darkness, uncertain of what to become... I was born under those dark, dark sediments.

I had a pure white form... There was nothing to me, but my eyes. My comrades were all.. pure black. In those black forms, with their eyes shining and teeth bearing, they were certainly eating something. And then... I felt nothing... no, rather, it was possible that what I felt was the "void" , and yet... I could hear nothing, I could bite nothing, I could smell nothing. I could not feel anything I touched, I could not rest. I had no companion... Just walking... alone.

The things reflected in my eyes hold no meaning... the things that could not be reflected in my eyes do not exist.

Walking... walking... walking... walking... walking...

"I have found something extraordinary."

When I arrived at that thought... it was somewhat, like my place of birth. For those strange, translucent objects that were dotted around this world... With no color, no sound, no scent; it does not interact with anything, it only exists. It was the closest thing to "void" I had ever laid eyes upon. I sank my body into that great void, there was nothing there. Even as I lost my line of vision, and dissolved into that void, and felt as if everything had disappeared. Happiness. If such a thing called happiness exists, it should be something which resembles that limitless nothingness. Nihilism is having nothing, and having nothing to lose. If that is not "happiness" , then what is?

The things reflected in my eyes hold no meaning... the things that could not be reflected in my eyes do not exist.

There is nothing in you... and there is nothing in me.