A downhill street appeared winding down to an unseen end. Where the end is missing so is the beginning. A woods was up and showing glistening treetops with moving past and future at the same time. Neither was the past or the future here. Which time was it? How would it be told? What time is it? It became colder the further down to the woods. Light was going away. Darkness was arriving. So dark that even Darkness was invisible. This was the depths of the mind in which everything that was here is seen. If there is nothing dark then there is nothing...