It was dark. It was very dark. It was as dark as a very dark thing that was badly lit. Yes, it was dark. It certainly wasn't a bright as a bright thing because it was so dark, very dark. The darkness was so dark that the dark could not be seen in it. It was also quiet.

It was very quiet. the silence was so silent that not even noise could be heard. It was very quiet, not to mention silent. Not a sound made a sound. There was no noise. And it was dark. Very dark.

You may not be aware of just how dark it was, but it was...very. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, the silence was mildy dented, no, broken. A voice carried through the not so silent silence. It meandered through the dark darkness.

"Dark in here isn't it?", spoke the voice.

So somebody turned on the lights.

(Oh yes, you will regret talking me into this. You know who you are. Over there, you, Lurking in the darkness. Yes it is dark over there isn't it. Very dark...)