This was never any place I was meant to be. This isn’t a place for me.

When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

But actually time isn't a straight line. It doesn't ave a shape. In all senses of the term, it doesn't have any form. But since we can't picture something without form in our minds, for the sake of convenience we understand it as a straight line. At this point, humans are the only ones who can make that sort of conceptual substitution.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

Is it against the law for me to know it?

Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.