We all look the same in the dark. We look like the void and the space that we fill. Even our voices change as they become accustomed to the pitch-black nothingness. They become whispers, wishes, sounds treading lightly from ear to ear. We forget ourselves, clothed in boundless freedom, shapeless, but full of possibilities. We are ghosts at sea, hovering on the sounds of invisible waters. We break, we reassemble, and we become one.