Devoid of all light, the room is saturated with the anguish of his despair. A deep well of stormy emotions that seems to snake its descent into the soundless black void. Down here, only silence can be heard. His tears have dried on his cheeks, and he lies on his back, eyes open but unfocused as his ever-inquisitive mind desperately searches for answers. Even in memory he will find this moment unbearably intense, and he's aware of this now, while it's happening. He has never believed herself fit to be great. But now he has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed he will still think: yes, that was it, the beginning of something new.
