Suffering: "I want nothing".
hero: "That is something".
The two then fall into the absence of words.
With eyes closed, Suffering sees self - a vortex of war, famine, lust, illness and decay, more than 21600 frames per fourth of a second, all encapsulated within a black hole.

It begins to snow, and water turn cold.
The two begin to crystalize, like a snow flake in winter time.
A titan on a journey walks by and stops. Curiously, he stares at the two: one absolute, the other absolutely ugly and deformed. He steps closer, amazed at the elaborate deformity before him. There seems to be a recurring pattern...he tries to open his eyes largely...a vortex of somesort with stuff too miniscule for sight. And there within his large pupils, a reflection forms in an instant and soon multiplies into the deep abyss of many.
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tbc