I dreamed once that I was stranded on a planet of the whitest sand, and the sky was white. that’s all there was — me, spilling drifts of white sand as wide as oceans, and a burning white sky. I was alone. and small. after days of wandering, I could smell My own rot, and I knew I’d die in these drifts of white under a hot sky, and I prayed for shade, and eventually it came. and it had a voice and a name. ‘Come,’ Darkness said, ‘come with me.’ but I was weak, I was rotting, I couldn’t rise to My knees. ‘Darkness,’ I said, ‘take My hand. Take Me away from this place.’ and Darkness did.