dark recesses of time

The utter stark darkness, oppressively black and unfiltered, unmassed and withdrawn, pulling back hard with a grossness of gravity, long forgotten remains of what it contains and it's purpose or raison d'etre. This is how i think of dark forgotten corners of the universe, multiverse, fabric of time and space, like the dark foreboding corner rooms covered in layers of cobwebs and dust over eons of time, of an old and forgotten dis-used haunted house.  So to the dark corner recesses of haunted memories from past, hidden from view of the mind's eye, protecting you from what lies there... too far away and distant to contemplate searching and pulling out from the dark corners to inspect and pore over.  Better to stay there in the darkness far away, unknowing, long forgotten, gathering more darkness and dust moving further away from the light. A tiny glimmer, ray of light perhaps shining out of some sunnier spectrum casts itself upon something and it triggers a hint, a clue of what can be remembered if you choose to pull off the cobwebs, dust off the grime, search into the dark, darkly darkness of it.