Time is slowing.
Help.
There isn't anyone who can help.
I am alone.
I'm not quite sure what's happening but the world is spinning. Like it was stuck in a blender and the blender was turned on.
I'm not sure where I am either. I don't recognize my surroundings. The landscape is unclear. Uncertain.
There is a figure there in the distance , but I must be hallucinating, there's no one else but me left. This figure I see must be a figmentation of a being in my mind a reach to score down loneliness.
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At World's Beginning (Biggest WIP)
Ciencia FicciónA close to death encounter leads to a beyond life adventure. A story about a post-apocalyptic world in which one man destined to spend the remainder of eternity isolated in the most open area, the entirety of Earth. Though his journey is tough, he m...
