He can't see anything, that's the first thing he notices. If there was a horizon it would be stretched end to end in a sea of black. There were no landmarks or noticeable changes throughout the seemingly endless expanse of nothing. He's not blind though, he notices, for he could still see his hands infront of him. He turns them over infront of his face, examining the almost translucent, sickly pale skin stretched across his palms. Weird. He can't quite remember what's supposed to be normal, though he's sure that none of this is it. Definitely not. - A.K.A. a short story that's going to be separated into a few parts (partly because i dont want to write it all now but whatev). This is my first actual story on this site, and i have some ideas for a few others which i might write depending on the feedback. Enjoy!