"What is the Darkness?" You open your eyes to gaze upon your weary soul, seeking an answer to your question. It's pitch black in a world of full D A R K. You smell a rotting stench all around you. The wind roars in your ears. A starless sky hangs above you. You have idle hands; there is nothing to touch, as far as you can tell. Your feet find purchase on a dry surface you cannot see. You hear your mark billowing in the wind. YOUR LIGHT FADES AWAY…