The void presses in, a weightless pressure. It creeps, a bone-deep absence. Phantasms flicker, fleeting like ghosts in the night. Dreams twist, their purpose lost in the abyss. Does it even matter? The solution https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwvBcL_4X1Q&list=PLZyUCudMkqcM4mk4_dH3OwD3Vix21ySC0&index=18&pp=iAQB