Nightmare

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There was nothing.

Time seemed to have stopped and yet not stopped.

Nightingale was there but not there.

He wasn’t even sure if he was Nightingale.

There was nothing to see, nothing to hear; he was just there and yet not there.

All his thoughts were there, and all his memories. But there was no emotion. No feeling.

Time passed.

Or maybe it didn’t.

He had no way of telling.