You said I could poke in on Black right? [Darkness. How strange. Or not strange. Dreams, if this is what they are - he is unsure still of what is happening - can be strange. Darkness but the ability to feel, standing on the border of an edge of light and the dark. He looks at it but feels he should not enter, not without permission. Is that the way to think of this?
He ears footsteps coming his way and turns his back to the light, watching the darkness, seeing a shape take form as it jogs towards him, fumbling as if he has run a great distance and is pushing himself to his limits.]