Then he felt again. A pain, a absence. Disaggregated. Then a release. Then nothing.
Or the beginning.
Sometimes it seems that people are filled with stories just to not be empty, but once that process starts, so to speak, open them in certain kind of levels´mind; however if they do not like which appear into it, they try to execrates these of your bag or personal container. Each owner appears and wants to open its only a little.