The Soul Thief

A flash in the dark.
Glimpse existence and dissect the universe in a second.
Then, only darkness: sheer, velvet darkness.
A sharp whine follows, the only sound, and then silence.

Flash.

Another moment of bright light strips the location of its shroud,
Leaving it naked in the cold air, still and beautiful and raw.
Shadows dance briefly before the glare disappears again, returning to the soundless dark.
It is complete.
It consumes everything.
The absolute darkness is eerie, something that should be familiar and is not.
That lingering whine fills the air again.
Then silence.

Bask in the atmosphere for a moment,
The cold, dark silence washing over like water, tumbling over skin and soul alike.
Pure. Complete. Cleansing.