When i first saw it, or at least sensed it's presence, it's cold blackness is what struck me, possessing the kind of dark nothingness that is able to pull the warmth from your core -- existing as both thought and a towering monolith that does not reflect light -- always absorbing, never giving.

It made a constant droning sound, just out of human perception. The sound of doom. Insect-like. Mechanical. 

Reaching out, palm against it's surface, there was no perceptible feeling -- my hand just stopped moving forward -- no sensory input to suggest that my hand had reached it's destination.

It was difficult to imagine that this thing was within me, that it is actually a part of who I am.