Meditating in the valley of my thoughts, I can see a death point in the distance, quiet, remain, in my forgotten place, it gets closer to me and I left the place. I see my room’s walls and something is heavy. I’m alone, in silence, I left my room, go through every corner of my home felling nothing. Nothing, not a single breath, despair drowns me and I sit on the floor, the silence; evil's presage, chases me, it drags me, I try to listen my own breath and there is nothing, I try to speak and nothing, it chases me like a bad dream, it anguishes me like nothing in the world, I go to the street and there is nothing. Just silence.
It sicks me, consumes me, disturbs me and I run through the streets looking for help, the void chases me, corrodes me, scares me and consumes me, I try to listen mis steps but there is noting, like I was a feather in the wind, I try to run but I just climb and stand up like a leaf just keep going up and running, When I finally return to my abode, I can see the death point of my forgotten corner… My withered body.