At least, you can't see anything. You can't move or scream either. You're trapped.
This has to be a dream, yet... something tells you it's all too real. Not only do you not remember where you are, you don't remember who you are.
With a poetic narrative that promises an existential read, Nothing but the Black searches for a light in the darkness of identity.
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