A million thoughts echoed in his mind, but not a single one could be heard. An uncountable number of signals are being sent from his brain to all parts of his body, urging it move...
But it could not perceive movement, and thus, was at a loss. There was nothing at all.
Even though he had curled up into a ball, even though he subconsciously yearned for anything, anything at all, he would never feel it. Not within this black sea. Not within the confines of these accursed waters.
Alan Peccator was in a state of nothingness. A state one could never escape on one's own, a state of nothingness where both the world and the man himself didn't matter, didn't feel, and didn't exist.
A hollow, hollow state. However, even in this state, Alan Peccator had yet to fail the trial of the Black Sea. And one must ask... why?
