The Nonexistence Or Something

"How is that even possible?' I stood up, brushing invisible dust off my ripped jeans and started walking. I was greeted with another white envelope, which in the same handwriting as the first. "There is no end or beginning to this place. Food and water are not a need, but you will still feel the hunger and thirst, along with exhaustion." I let the crisp paper fall from my fingertips, then numbly fell into a crouch. "What the actual hell is happening?" I said, rubbing my temples. "What did I do?" I asked myself, the loneliness and anxiety consuming me."