Where am I?
WHO am I?
What am I doing here?
So many questions lie unsolved...
What will become of me?
Do the answers lie somewhere in the CHASM?
Only one way to find out...
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I am running—I can't stop my feet from doing it—and my feet propel me forward, forcing me somewhere, anywhere.
I saw him. He was there. A white glimmer of light, locking with my eyes for a moment, asking that incessant question,
Who ARE you?
I saw him! He was like me, I saw him...
My feet stop. I'm lost in the village. Massive cones of light tower over me. Strange creatures pass by.
Who was he with again? Some sort of one-eyed being, the kind I've seen before.
I have to find him. I weave through the crowd of unknown faces, searching aimlessly for the one thing I can recognize.
There! A familiar shape in the distance. My feet get back to running. There again! Closer this time. Gone. Gone. Nowhere. My feet slow down. I stare up at the buildings. Their light is blinding. I look back at the crowd hopelessly. There! My feet quicken. Gone. There! Gone. There! Gone...
"I saw you from across the village," a voice says behind me.
I whip my body around, startled.
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"Do I know you?" the familiar figure asks.
"It's you! It's you!" I yell joyfully, "I've been looking everywhere."
"Who are we? Do you know?" He asks urgently.
"I wish I did. Do you remember anything?"
"No. Nothing."
"This is so confusing."
"I'd love to introduce myself, but I don't even know my own name."
"Well, I see you've met someone."
My counterpart glances at his one-eyed acquaintance.
"The name's Wolliw. A pleasure to meet you," the one-eyed creature says, bowing gracefully.
"This is quite an odd occurrence: both of you appear to be of the same species, yet neither of you have any previous memories."
"Who are we?" my counterpart mutters desperately.
"Could there have been some mass extinction? Or some sort of dimensional blip?" Wolliw guesses before suddenly gasping:
"Or, could you both have, dare I say, come from... Outside the Chasm?"
We are both silent, staring at Wolliw.
"Is that a big deal or something?" I ask.
"Certainly. No one knows what's out there, and everybody's got their own theories: religious individuals think majestic spirits live up there, in a land made of magical light, while philosophers believe that the Chasm isn't a chasm at all: they think that, if you were to travel up high enough, you'd end up back here. I know it's kind of hard to imagine. Oh, and don't even get me started on the 'scientific' theories, constantly in a flux of fact and fiction: the more conservative researchers think that the world outside the Chasm is a bare and lifeless plane of rock, too exposed to harbor any sort of life. Meanwhile, the liberal ones think the Chasm never ends, instead going upwards for infinity. And then there's the--"
