Infinity, Once Again (Rewriting/overhauling, hold please!)

Chapter IV

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Until death, all defeat is psychological," someone said in Munin's ear. Slowly, his consciousness reentered his body. He sat up, clutching his skull, cursing quietly.

"F*ck..." he muttered, looking around. There was nothing around him. Munin currently sat in the middle of a blinding white abyss, with no discernible features whatsoever. The whitening haze seemed to stretch infinitely into the distance. Black stars dotted the sky, and far overhead a black sphere rotated in a figure eight, faster than the moon or sun ever would.

What was this place? Some sort of alternate reality? He remembered something like this. A concept from the old world. But the name was slipping from his mind. What was it called again? Doesn't matter, but it definitely matched the descriptions.

There was some sort of oppressive feeling to this place. He felt physically stuck, as if there were walls closing in on him despite the world around him being quite the literal opposite. He stood up, still trying to dissuade the headache plaguing him from getting worse. He looked around, then behind him at what he was sitting against. It was a tree. The lack of all detail eliminated the possibility of determining the tree's type, though it seemed average in shape. It was white like everything else, the subtle difference with the background barely allowing him to make out that it was even a tree. Was this... Heaven? Hell? Limbo? Purgatory? Even if he wasn't one to believe these concepts, the thoughts still graced his mind before they were pushed back again. "Where am I..." Munin murmured, looking at the sky above, at the ground, then at the place where the white 'ground' met the place where the black stars became visible.

Is this what being in a mental asylum felt like?

Munin took a step. Then another, before pausing and looking down. He tapped his foot on the ground. Nothing. No sound. Not even the sound of the distorting fabric of his uniform. In fact, he couldn't hear anything. Not even vacuum could be this quiet. How was the sound of the blood pumping inside him also muted? Was this place infinite? How did that second question have anything to do with the first question?

He began to walk. Towards the horizon. He refused to believe that there was no way out, that there was only an infinite emptiness. The sky never shifted, aside from the ever-moving "star".

"Listen to me... " Munin stopped, spinning around to face the speaker. There was nobody there. He looked around, before calling out.

"Hello...? Anyone there?" There was a moment of silence, before Munin turned around to begin walking again. But now he was running. Why was he running? He was definitely not telling his legs to run, but here he was, sprinting across the plain of white, further and further from the one thing that anchored him to his position. He ran, and ran, before he got tired and started to walk, before starting to run again. How far did he go? He wasn't sure. Or, he was 'wasn't sure', before he ran head first into something. He stumbled, cursing. "What the f-" He looked up, and froze. There it was again. The tree. He looked back, then at the tree again. Had... he run full circle? He thought this place was a 2 dimensional plane? Or was it simply too large of a sphere for him to see the curvature? Was it a... hypersphere?

"Those who come to witness, will witness." Munin looked around. Nobody. Slowly, he stepped away from the tree. The voice got quieter. "Those born to remember, will remember. As long as you firmly believe that you are on the right path..." The tree was out of sight now. Somehow already beyond the horizon. "Everything has meaning." Munin stopped, turning around. The voice had gone silent. But he still somehow heard it speak one last time. "Humanity will never die. We will never wake from this everlasting dream. Don't wake me now."