1 Prologue (1)

It was a suffocating loop of wandering the abyss.

Arms flailing around, trying to swim the darkness but to no avail, the poor soul still floated to the ocean of nothingness.

After some time, if it even exists, they grew tired of trying to navigate the unknown waters of space.

The soul does not know why or how they end up here, but all they know is this emptiness will be their only home.

They embrace the calming solitude and sleep it off.

Whatever they did in a lifetime, they would not know and would rather not. A tugging sense in their emotions wishes to never remember their past.

Years... Decades... Centuries...

Those time measurements don't matter in this world.

It is befitting to call it, The End.

Until some unknown force drags them out of there.

Like a fish out of water, the first exposure to light of who knows how long, feels incredibly unbreathable.

Suddenly, images are constantly flashing in their eyes. Screams of anguished souls surrounded the place.

Baring the sight of it was bloody torturous.

Their eyes were all bloodshot out of pain, they were shrieking, blacking out, as their heads were being flooded more and more inside.

The tormenting feeling was like a water hose constantly pumping water from their mouths.

It constantly gives and gives until they might explode, overflowing fluids from their undead bodies.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts-

In their minds, it was a constant repetition of the words,

"What is going on?"

"Why?"

Why must they be the one who were ignorant, imprisoned in invisible strangulation of mess and suddenly, thrust into something beyond their common understanding?

They are confused, afraid and most of all, furious.

They hated this.

I hate it.