Meeting Yourself

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Nothing .
No light, no sound.
No form, no voice.
Nothing.
Who am I?
Who.. am.. I..?
I extend a hand.
A hand that belongs to no one.
To take hold of my existence.

I start to push that seemingly metal door out of my way.
I then begin to fall. I fall down on the hard, cold, floor.
"Ouch-- that's definitely gonna leave a mark." I sigh to myself.
"But more importantly, where am I? I dont recognize this place.."

While I frantically question my existence, the locker besides me starts to shake.
And then, a beautiful girl with purple hair and mature purple orbs looks at me in the eyes.

"Who are you?"

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