[@Dark Light] [@Pyromaniacwolf] [@DocRock] [@Voltus_Ventus][hr][h3]Prelude[/h3]
"The futile struggle of gauging yourself with sight fails once more. The perception of self is lost, as you are more not than you are anything else. However, the bleakness brings an unexpected reward upon the lens of scrutiny turned more unto yourself and grasping. If for a moment, you can visualize some aspect of what you picture your own hands to be, but they are hazy and indistinct, wherein soon like the depths you fell into, blur away into the mist. Such a momentary recovery is at least progress still; perhaps, just perhaps, with relying solely on the self could you visualize them better."

"Yet, more troubling, is the amorphous quality of this image that lingers in your scattred mind. Are they [i]your[/i] own hands before they faded once again or did you merely [i]imagine[/i] them to be? Their frequency seemingly unattuned, it was a foreboding of what was likely the rest of what remained. As in, no more. The only way to recover, recreate, or create them at all again would be through dire and desperate concentration. A lack thereof now would be, without doubt, only becoming more one with the shallows."