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.
"Thanks." She got up.
"Don't mention it." I left, I had served my purpose.
Leaving the room I stumbled upon the lightbulb. For a moment he smiled as he walked towards me for a greeting. Then it seemed he had a moment of realization. He looked at the door I had closed behind me and then the door I should have come from. He shuffled closer smiling.
"Sooo...?" One brow was above the other.
"Nothing." I walked towards my room.
"Ok, don't tell me." He continued on his way.
Getting there I did what I had to, to make myself presentable, I didn't leave immediately though as I hadn't gotten instructions. Sitting on my bed in nothing but a towel I waited. In time it would seem that I had made the right decision. At least that's what the care package I had gotten told me. Yet still the automaton gave me no instructions.