There is a dog.

You begin to cry. You are just too sad. The dog walks over to you, its eyes glow through your tears. Its disfigured face appears almost normal through your blurry vision.

You are okay for a moment.

The comfort you begin to feel abruptly ends as the warmth from the dog turns to despair.

A dark and musky heat envelopes you, hot air from the dogs snout rises up through your nose.


It is hard to breath.



The room is no more.




The Moon is no more.





You cannot be sad if you do not exist.







There is a dog.