The Void

Chapter 1

The emptiness...the blackness...the faint sound of a breeze...These factors all contributed to the place I was. I could not see, nor hear anything different. Only the far-off breeze could be heard from my ears. I did not know why I was here. What took me to this lonely place, where not a single spirit lingered and roamed? What delivered me here, to hear the feeble air, illustrating my situation as a solemn wonder?

A stagnant whisper came to my left ear. It's voice slithered into my ear canal as if it was a snake. It told me, "What you are doing here is not at the top of your worries." As slowly as it had arrived, it departed with sluggishness, while I pondered the event that had just occurred. What had instigated that voice to approach me? What omniscient presence was idle with me in this deserted world? These questions I had, these unanswered issues, and yet, I was not capable of answering them myself.

If I knew the place where I was, would it create a difference in my situation? Would knowing where I was aid me to leave? Would it provide an exit to give me relief? Was I just speaking in rhymes as my thoughts went on? Was I going crazy...or was it just the con?

Was I just wasting away in this vast emptiness, unaware of what was happening in my own home, where my family was? What did they think of my absence, I wonder. Do they know I am away from their world?

Was I even alone? Was I just a remnant of their imagination? Was I even human? I pushed away that last thought, but it retraced its steps back to my head. Was it true? Was I am alien? Am I too distant from Earth?

I was stuck here. Perhaps even forever. This was a fate I did not wish to encounter, so I began panicking.

My heart sped up as fast as a person running a marathon. I felt trickles of sweat on my forehead, running down my face as I worried more and more. The pressure on my shoulders kept increasing, feeling as heavy as a camel on my back. My temperature rose as fast as a thermometer in the desert. What was I doing here? Why was I here? I couldn't do anything more than plain panic.

Through my panicking, I never had the chance to remember the voice from earlier; the voice which entered my left ear, telling me not to worry about what I was doing here. It must have been important, but I was in the midst of panicking in the darkness of wherever I was; this emptiness, this shadowed place where I could not move, could not sea, and could not speak.