Who am I?
I don't know how long it has been since I woke up. Or... at least I think I did .
There's nothing here.
I don't know if there's anyone here, trapped in the same state like me.
I try to move, but I can barely control my own limbs. The nothingness is overwhelming. I can't even... see myself.
I tried to touch my face, but my fingers felt nothing. As if my face is nothing but a void. I'm not even sure if I have fingers. Am I even a person?
I feel myself lifted up, probably from my efforts of standing up with my legs that I'm not sure if they even exist. But I guess they do.
Stumbling, I took a step out.
The 'ground' felt like nothing, as if I'm stepping on just... air.
Where is this place?
Why do I feel like I know this place, but yet it felt colder, emptier,
And less chaotic.
It felt like there used to be so much more around this...place. I hear voices of people (or things?) talking, but I too, don't. If I can look at my face, given that I have one, I wonder what my expression will be.
How long has it been?
More questions rose up in my mind as I kept on moving forward. It felt endless, no light, no color, nobody.
I can hear a faint tick from somewhere, but I also don't hear anything. The tick felt familiar. Like I've heard it a thousand times before. Like it used to tell me what and when is the time.
What even is time?
"Huh?"
The ground suddenly became soft, causing my to lose my foothold.
I plummeted down into nothingness, falling down and down. I felt like I hit something occasionally, but there's still nothing there.
And so I fell down, and down, and down.
It felt like forever.
Falling into nothing is quite an experience, a kind I would enjoy. It's rather thrilling to have your head in the air. It would've been better if there's wind brushing against my cheeks, blowing my hair all over my face, though.
I don't remember what is wind.
I think I forgot many things, but perhaps there wasn't much for me to remember anyway. Or maybe there was.
It's a bottomless pit. I can never feel the ground. Even there is, I'd probably crush my bones upon the impact.
The constant motion of falling made my change my thoughts. It was fun, but now all I feel is nausea. I want to vomit.
But when I open my mouth to vomit, nothing comes out. Yes, I do feel like something has came out of my stomach, but in reality, there's still nothing.
I'm sick of this.
The nothingness is tearing me apart.
If I have to stay in nothingness, why would I be granted a consciousness?
Frustration took hold of me. I extended my hand, opening and closing my palm, hoping I could grab something. Anything.
It seems I can take better control of my body whenever I have emotions. How peculiar.
Suddenly, I felt something. Something prickly brushed against my palm.
I couldn't think more. I grabbed onto it as hard as I can.
The falling sensation has vanished, replaced by the pain of my arm, as though it's getting ripped apart.
"Oh gosh! What happened to you?"
I heard a voice. It kind of reminds me of a 'rabbit' (I can't recall what it is though).
Huh. Did I just hear?