Black Energy
Ohmu tentacles withdrawing into myself, weaving a protective cocoon for inner nourishment, petals of life force folding in for the night. I can give only black energy, a negative warmth; I am a vortex, a singularity hungry for and feeding on the energy contributions of the brave or stubbornly insistent. I demand nothing, no encounters, but as they occur I find my fuse is short – I am loathe to waste energy I do not have, so I waste it for the other.