I look weightless, motionless, but seem to fall. I fall to the inside, I know that I fall but do not see movement. Silence, lonliness, just my blink, my beating heart. And there remain motionless, without speaking, without hearing anything, not moving, While still falling ... Light without identity, white, pale, without change, without life. Light is dead, turns everything into inert in their presence, Even me, except my eyes, my heart and my lungs. Quiet vacuum, without movement, unnatural, wilderness. I listen hard, not even hear the silence, only my heartbeat.