The Zeros buzz outside, in the dark, just beyond the window while I sleep – while I am not sleeping. Buzzing. An empty noise, meaningless. Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless buzzing in the dark.
The agents of naught – deputized, authorized, weaponized – hover just out of sight, hidden opportunists waiting for the moment to strike. Inexplicable, inherently inimical they answer to no one; they answer to nothing.
You cannot resist; they do not exist. Null point voids. Light shines through them leaving no mark, no shadow, no trace. Welter and waste. Speak silence and silence speaks, but says nothing.