EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR
He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
A Hopeful Escape
I sank for days in a sea I couldn't see, but only feel, and with every passing moment the surface seemed farther and the light that shone from it, dimmer. I thought it my fault, I could swim, but why would I, the heaviness distracted me. It made me forget the pain I felt, the emptiness, the hopelessness, everything. I found comfort in it, so when I started to resurface, when something or someone started to pull me out, I resisted. Kicking and slapping the water I would turn straight down and look into the darkness, my destination. Then using all my might I'd swim deeper, but it wasn't enough.
I'd be plucked from my solace, like a root from the ground, and I'd be exposed as such. Tossed from the waters naked and confused, gravity would take a hold of me, and I'd come back down to land on a floor. Looking at it, there was nothing, I was standing on nothing, I was sinking in nothing. Looking around, there was nothing, infinite nothing.