I have no use for them, my eyes in the visual silence of the never ending darkness; I only know they are open because I can feel myself blink and the moisture coat the thin invisible layer of my cornea. I am running, but am I? My legs are going through the motion that tells my brain that I am, and my heart rate is accelerated, but I am not entirely sure if I am actually moving. I stop and look down at my feet and I am standing on nothing, an emptiness of darkness I can see nothing but black, yet my body ...