As I fall into the big black hole, I see things.
But not just anything, they’re thoughts, from the insane minds of devils.
Yes, devils, there are more than one.
Atleast there are in this hole. The hole swallows me up, in the far distance I see a person, or should I say thing’s, silhouette.

It is holding something. Not a knife, not a gun, and definately not a spear.
From where I am, the object is distorted.Atleast, that’s what I think.

The figure drops the item into the hole, it falls, accelerating in speed.
Then I find myself asleep, in this black hole.

I wake up to find the object in my hands, I cradle it. It is wrapped up, I tear the wrapping, letting it fall infinately.

The object leaves me dazed and confused.

What is it? I ask myself.

Could it be the souls of the dead or dying,or the fate of the world?
Or maybe it is a bomb, or a gift.
I don’t know what it is, it may even be what was in Pandora’s jar.

Or maybe
I will never know.
Maybe it was meant to be like that, unknown.