Between the beats of our hearts, between the seconds of a clock, lies the distance of the void, the silence of the dark. In that eternal night, the blessed quietude calls to me, it's siren call irresistible, promising peace and an end. Then the clock ticks, my heart beats once more, breaking the spell, blocking the lethal charm. And with every beat, and every tick, I draw closer to that flame, and one day, that darkness will open its arms and embrace me like a lost child whose found his way home. And I will be no more.