..Time does not pass. You do not age. The sands that aren’t rise and fall, oceans of bone. You have not slept, but you are not tired. You walk through the nothing.
There is light ahead, a pinprick spark burning behind your eyes, making you cry out. There is little to do but approach it, though it is a wrench to leave the comfort of nothing behind. Over many lifetimes the spark becomes a star, a friend, a sun. Beneath the warm smile of morning you make out a town. A stable. A manger. The one you came to find.
A very merry Christmas to you and all your loved ones. Enjoy the day and the rest of your holidays, wherever they are and for however long.
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