Excerpt: Project: Ninja Story

It was difficult to remember light, after being embraced by darkness in an endless pit of time. Light was a distant memory, like a face only dimly recalled from childhood, until it might be mistaken for a dream. Time was as difficult to recall as light and color and wind and power. Time seemed to flow unnoticed, unchecked around the bottomless hole which ensconced a consciousness barely clinging to sanity.
 
The darkness held its own sort of beauty, he supposed. Though, it had been so long since there had been anything but darkness, that he sometimes wondered if he appreciated it only for lack of anything else. But the darkness had become his companion-of-sorts, and when one is utterly forsaken by the world at large, one comes to appreciate the strangest of companions.