The Emptiness

In a empty, torturous world there is only one way to get out.


1. Pain

I wake and I am cold. All I can see is emptiness, everlasting white; I remember nothing about who I am and where I'm from, all I know about my tortuous existence is I am meant to suffer.


I do not know how I got here, either, but instinct tells me that this world is very different from the one I knew, with its stark white landscape and barren ground, so flat, forever flat. I only can dream of the other world and I dream of it often, but I am never really there. The Emptiness has claimed a part of me so I am chained to it, I can never leave. I can try, though.


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