A dense, concentrated gas, swirling viciously around its center which is nearly empty, like a vacuum. Ice cold. Small, maybe two inches diameter, spherical, but has the capacity to expand instantly and stop everything, freeze everything, paralyze everything. In my belly, hidden inside the ember of Cranky/Angry/Rage.
This is the horror of being alive, held in juxtaposition with the extreme impersonal nature of the universe. This is the vacuous cold and meaninglessness of the universe held within my own core, as the essential truth of existence.