The Walkers

Chapter 27

Eternity: such a funny word. It's interesting how we don't give words the meaning they deserve or how we, as human beings, don't measure the immensity of what a certain expression can harbor. We're so used to using hyperboles to exaggerate our retorts and stories, but we cannot weight what those words entail. Take for example, 'Sarah is taking an eternity to get ready for a party'. Sarah's just taking too long, but not an eternity. Now that I am drifting in the void for who knows how long, since I have confirmed it's an atemporal space, I can say that eternity is something that should be feared. 

"So bored..." Boredom: another of those funny and misused words. It entails not finding something to do or keep a track on, but most certainty there are several things to do! You just don't want to do them! Damn it! Do you know what true boredom is?! It's drifting through nothingness like a plank in the ocean!?

Ah. I shouldn't have flared up. I am sorry. All this loneliness is killing me. Nothing to do. Nothing at all in the pitch blackness of this holocaust. Maybe holocaust was a harsh word to say, but this is a torture that I am enduring... for eternity. I wonder how much longer it'll take for me to question again who am I. I was Solomon. I was also Audrey. Who am I going to be next? Donald Truck? Ha! Who am I kidding? Someone? Please...? Talk to me...

"So how can there be a light if this is complete blackness?" I have been trying to question that ever since the last door appeared. It was pretty bright, but that would be scientifically impossible. I mean, I assume I am stuck inside a type of void or black hole of sorts. Shouldn't the light be eaten away and absorbed? Then again, I should be broken down and absorbed too. I think I just made a new scientific discovery and broke an accepted paradigm. 

I should stop talking to myself. I'm becoming an introvert. Was I an introvert? Am I an introvert? How can I be one if I am the only one here? But then... how can I be a non-introvert? What was that word again? Extrovert? Nah. That one sounds funky. I shall refer to it as nontrovert. God. That was awful. Anyway. Changing topic. Here's the weather report. Today is partially black with lots of probabilities of numbness, solitude and madness.

"What's that?" My voice echoes everywhere as I realized that something unusual appeared again. Is it probably another wet surprise. I hope not. I don't like wet surprises anymore. I don't like deer either. Make it a calm and entertaining place. No. Wait. No. These Gods have their own definition of entertainment. Make it a boring place. Please. Something normal.

What's normal anyway? I think that if the Gods wanted, they'll find a way to play a ruse on me. And I am pretty sure they will. My eyesight is hurting with the colors that are shining brilliantly in front of me. I can discern a crimson door. I can move my hand. Is it my hand? I can move some sort of ethereal limb. Let's see what lies beyond the crimson door.

"Here goes nothing." I opened the door and moved my existence through it. And there I was standing in... an overly familiar place. I was in...