Arnold woke up, his head hurt. He remembered his encounter with the figure but as his sight sharpened, he discovered he arrived somewhere else. How did he get here now? This one was definitely the oddest yet. It was split, white above and black beneath. In the distance he noticed the white matter consuming the darkness. He ran, wanting to know what they were, but he couldn't reach it. What was it consuming? Part of the distance however it all was, and Arnold soon discovered it. He could never get close, no matter how much he ran. Arnold was tired of this journey, he could no longer smile, no longer breathe. He wanted to leave. He wanted to wake up but he couldn't, no matter how hard he pinched himself, the pain only soured him. He laid on his back, he wanted out, he closed his eyes, but couldn't open them again.
They Say Curiousity Killed The Cat.
With a noose around his neck.
