Life was a cinema screen, in an infinite darkness.

He turned his head, looked down into the infinite darkness of several decks' worth of gangway.

He pictured himself poised under an empty black sky, and over an infinite darkness.

The infinite darkness between the individual atoms.

He was given his sight back, a spectral girl sketched against the infinite darkness.

And outside, exterior to the clock, there stretched an infinite darkness.

She sensed the infinite darkness beyond the thinning sky.

She knew it was a bright shell over infinite darkness.

He was plunging headlong down through a cavernous hole in the earth, jagged black rocks on all sides, infinite darkness below.

In the infinite darkness beyond the firelight wild creatures prowled, not always silent.