Unkown. Within that stillness, any lingering epicurean habits were a fantasy of the observers, as no splinter of disclosure fell from the surrounding mist of an enigmatic isolation.
Arms stretched out into the void found no mark, only the potential embrace, distant staring eyes, and a deep reassuring breath that bore no title or possessions of opinion, as the obvious had become so painfully and continuously transparent, and obsolete. Feasting on the remains of absence, a blessed rain falls hard during rainy seasons.
