Blackness. If I have to describe what my eyes are seeing, that would be complete and absolute blackness. It's like a curtain that veils everything from sight. My body was feeling that familiar numbness and coldness that was so peculiar about the void. The void. It's the name that I decided to give this hellish place. It's a rip of the time-space continuum or maybe just a state of the mind. I don't know anymore, but there's one particular thing about it: my senses are in disarray.
"I cannot see..." Of course I could not! It's pretty dark in here.
"I cannot hear..." The only sound that comes is the sound of my breathing or my laments. I am not sure if I am breathing, since I cannot confirm the state of my body.
"I cannot taste..." My tongue's filled with a murky sensation. It's almost like mud or miasma swirling around.
"I cannot talk..." Even if my voice sounds, I don't feel like I am talking at all. It's a strange feeling as if I'm both alive and dead at the same time.
"I cannot touch nor feel..." I am pretty accustomed to this place. It's cozy once you realize that all your senses are messed and you don't have a sense of direction while you drift into oblivion. It's like that one picture of the dog... and the fire... How do I know this?
My consciousness works in a really weird way. Sometimes I feel like I know stuff and I am not sure how. I mean, I am pretty sure I was born in this realm. As much as I can recall, this was my home before I reached Christen. Is that all to it? Who am I? Solomon? Audrey? Am I a shadow? Am I a sapient consciousness drifting through the void? There's too many questions about this place and very few answers... I crave for answers.
Sometimes I feel like there's more to this world that what I can process. Sometimes I believe that this is just a major game plot and someone is having their way with me and other times, I am just living through one of the multiple circles of hell like a living torture. I just hope that this isn't a choice that I decided to make. It feels weird questioning my existence, but if I don't, who does it? It's just me, myself and I in this place. It can get pretty lonely. I need to think of something to kill time... Who knows how much more it will tick before I find another source of light.
"One little sheep..." Maybe counting sheep is a good idea...
"Sixteen little sheep..." Come on... come faster!
"Two hundred thirty-seven sheep..." This is getting rather stupid!
"Seventeen thousand, three hundred nineteen..." I AM NOT COUNTING SHEEP ANYMORE. It was a stupid idea anyways.
I know that I sound childish, but you would feel the same abandonment if you were drifting for an endless amount of time in the void.
I can be pretty sure now... I am the void and the void is me. I love the void and it loves me back.
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The Walkers
FantasyHave you ever thought what happens when you are in complete darkness and isolation? Have you ever wondered how to tread in unknown lands? Have you ever walked your way out of a situation? Chances are you are a walker too!
