Dreaming again.

This time, there is no light.
No shapes.
No colour.

The world is but a blank canvas. A void to be filled with thought, laughter or tears, things or actions, words or sounds.
But there are none.
Nothing exists, nor ever will, as nothing begets nothing. How true the principles of causation.

Will this dream end?
Or will there be a continuation?

It shall be a rather long sleep this time...