It's hard for me to say where I am. When there's no shadow or darkness around, just the halls of light. It's impossible for me to tell the difference between a wall and floor. When there's no solid ground and nothing to make sure I stay in a focused direction. I've only one way to go and if that's even the right way, I'm not too sure. All I can do is walk on and on, and hope that, in some way, I'm making it back to the last thing I can remember. Ah, brightest light. Are you even a colour any more? Are you even a destination? It just goes on.