April 13th, 2002. - 5:46 p.m.

A general contentment.

There is a vast white wall, its expanse infinite and awe striking. Utter silence. Well lit, but no visible light source. Walking for miles, hand dragging against the wall, leaving an ivory five pronged trail. Coming to a dent. Fingers begin digging. A niche is carved, and one crawls inside, curls up and sleeps.

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