A hand beckons to follow,
darkness surrounding its figure.
A dancing flame jumps to the wick of a nearby candle.
It follows me through the black,
leaping and bouncing,
never quite the same.

The hand stops,
hovering,
waiting,
watching as I draw closer.
It points into the vacuum of emptiness in front.
It fades from view,
leaving only my dancing companion to lead the way.

I step forwards.
Forwards and suddenly downwards.
What feels like wind brushes my cheeks
as the sound of wave swept sand fills my ears.

BLACKNESS!!!

The candle is left far behind,
the flame still dancing,
until finally it to is consumed.