Sitting in meditation, looking within, Funicula asks for visions of the light. She wishes to experience the source of light directly. She goes flying into herself as a tiny astral body of consciousness.
At the center, Funicula flys into nothing. All of her selves fall in. It's neither dark nor light. It's past sound and sight. It's nothing at all. Nothing is real.
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