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I open my eyes. Or at least, I think I have. It's so dark I can't tell my eyes open from shut. (Where am I?) I think. I try to yell, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I start to panic, attempting to scream louder and louder to no avail. I suddenly stop. (Am I...falling? Or flying?) I realize how weightless I feel, unable to tell how or what is keeping me in one place. I look around me, then down at myself. I am wearing a long sleeve shirt and long pants, both in a weird bluish-greyish tone. I look at my hands to see that they look the same color, but lighter. I see a tag on my shirt. (ZLY-56) I stare at the letters and numbers. It is the only thing I can stare at in this strange void. I look around some more, wondering if there is anything around me. In the distance, about maybe 10 feet or so away, I see a chunk of land. (I wonder how I can get over there...) Suddenly, my body sort of floats toward the landmass slowly, planting me firmly on my behind. I take a moment to feel the grass and dirt, both the same bluish-grey color. (Hmm...I think I'll call this color...tempest.) I pull out some of the grass and hold it out in front of me, it staying firmly in my clutch. I let go, expecting it to float or fall, but instead it stays floating in the same spot. I tap a blade of grass, watching it slowly glide away, with no sign of stopping. I grab the rest of the grass I ripped out of the ground and put it back where I found it. I then think for a moment. (So...I floated over to this island. Does that mean I can...) I attempt to try and levitate off the 'tempest'-colored island, managing to float a few inches above it. I then try and stand up straight and float further, ending up a foot away. I then float back onto it, resting my feet on the grass. I then look around, seeing another island floating in the distance. I decide that is my goal. I focus on the island before suddenly being sent flying, yet somehow both me and the island I'm standing on are unphased. (It's hard to tell if I'm going toward it or if it's coming for me.) Suddenly, I impact the other island, it merging into mine and causing some rocks and debris to go flying, gliding just like the grass petal. I reach my hands out and they all suddenly stop moving. (Peculiar. Perhaps if I...) I pull my hands inward, watching as the rocks get pulled back into the island, merging with its mass.

(Strange. I have no memory of where I came from, yet I am also some form of powerful being in a place I can't conprehend...

And I can tell I'm not alone. There are eyes in the distance, that I cannot see myself.)