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In the darkness, something stirred; inside the long, cold void of unending night, it whimpered and cried; gasped terribly as it shuffled around within the hell of sightless agony. Against distant walls unseen, its bellows of sorrow clawed madly, slashing savagely, as though to desperately escape from the horrid suffering of loneliness and pain of hunger that would never die. In the darkness, no sight existed, no light existed; nothing existed that could take the safe blanket of night away from him, as he cowered in fear of the lurking death; as he shivered in terror, hoping it would pass away. In the night, the fear lived on.