This was the void. Not blackness, not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality.

“I just want you to know,' said the girl, coldly, 'that whoever you are and what…”

“You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.”

“There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never see…”

“The view changes from where you are standing.Words can wound, and wounds can he…”