The Void

Deafening silence, blinding darkness, and endless void.

I looked around and saw nothing.

How did it turn into this?

I can't remember anything. I know nothing. I can't feel anything. I have endless questions but no one to ask.

Where am I?

Even the concept of darkness might not explain the space that I occupy. Darkness is the absence of light— this is different. In this void, light does not exist. Thus, darkness is not possible.

What am I?

It is almost as if I suddenly exist in this space and am left here to rot for eternity. I am nothing but a thinking entity in a space that has nothing.

As I dwell on these questions, more of them appear. To stop me from trying to acquire the answer to the questions that are simply impossible to obtain, I let myself drown in the flow of fate. Wandering hoping to stumble something, anything.

...

..

.

After wandering for what felt like an eternity, a ray of something.

I can't see nor feel anything yet I can sense this something. Naturally, I tried to go near this, but I simply can't. Failing to move an inch near the light, I —once again— let fate carry me.