Intuition Two.

The man awakes in the dark and sees nothing.
Defending him from the terror that lies within, hides behind the mind from the mind that entails his sensory activity. The sections surrounding the void fades into an image derived from his mind. The scene ends with his eyes being drawn into an image made with morbid creativity. His hands trembled and his fear sank in, caught up like the elevator shaft gave out and just pummeled down the way to his consciousness--his instincts signal him to run and get out as soon as he can. He gets up and his body disappears into the darkness. His soul remains a distant relative of this dark room. The family appears to be forming, and gradually growing. Simultaneously the guest grow thin and weary, but the hope lies within your intuition. Influences. And consistent offerings to the seamless world that is your imagination.