He missed the rocking sensation of being on a real sea, but there was something to this stillness. The serenity of floating in, literally, nothing. Of utter quiet. Alone with his thoughts in an expanse as wide as a person’s imagination. Back home, there was always noise. Not just sounds, these days, but noise. You couldn’t go anywhere to escape it, not even to what had once been the most dangerous place on the planet. Stillness. Beautiful nothing. Calm serenity. Thrum. Dusk’s eyes snapped open. Thrum.
