There is a planet secluded by the abscence of light, a stone standing alone in time. There is a sun with red and viscious light warming the inner walls of my universal mind. Convecting sparks form orbs which relight any lost inspiration during its long flight, yet the light only warms this void no true illumination comes from its prescence. This spacial area which represents the inherts of my existance in all places in time. Yes this is the darkside of my galaxy.