An entirely empty memory. Displays nothing of value. But you still hold on to your life. Like it's your little beloved animal. . The secondhand being that you call life.
For a little piece of a second. I have seen men blinking and sparkling. Test screen colored, wiped out afterwards. Still they're thinking they were universe.
For a little piece of a second. I have seen men blinking and sparkling. Test screen colored, wiped out afterwards. Still they're thinking they were universe.