It was all white. So blindingly white and bland. "Where am I?"
"Do you not know"
"Who are you?"
"Nobody important"
"What is this place"
His eyes scanned the boring canvas before him. He couldn't remember.
"Look after him ok?"
"I'm not sure I understand"
It all faded. Black nothingness. A void so deep and cold that no living being could withstand it.
He woke up.
YOU ARE READING
Guardian Angel
SpiritualitéWhen he wakes up he remembers nothing. Not his name, his age, where he is nothing at all. Maybe he can find it.
