Empty...

In a place, one couldn't call dark or bright it was just empty a place with truly NOTHING, not thought nor a universe, not a concept to exist. Just empty the lack of something seemed too small a word. This empty remained until a light flickered. It faded in and out making one guess if it was there. Looking closer it was a small blue flame, so small and weak that it seemed just about to flicker out. Defying expectations of disappearing it seemed to be still burning as time passed not only that, it would grow in size, strength, and power as more time elapsed. Soon the flame began changing form seemingly to that of a small boy with olive skin, and wavy chestnut hair. A blue flame-like pattern similar to a tattoo but synonymous with his skin is covering the left side of his body starting from his feet and stopping at his jawline.

"Ugh.... where am I?"

Although having gained what one would deem sentience the boy spoke to no one in particular. Unaware of where its surroundings it drifted alone in this place.

"Why can't I see...no that's not right I can."

The boy looking everywhere seemed to grasp that he could still see but that there was 'NOTHING' here to see. It was strange there was no sense of direction because everywhere he would look would be 'EMPTY' no up or down, no forward or backward leaving one lost, stranded with no escape.

As the boy ventured out into the empty not knowing what else to do he slowly got the feeling of being watched almost as if someone could see his every movement, looking around he shouted.

"Hello!....Anyone there?!...creepy..."

Not finding anything the boy continued and as he did so the feeling got stronger. He began to feel a sense of dread as well. This almost indescribable pressure seemed to press down upon the boy. He began to count to keep track of how long he had been there not knowing how long he had been there already.

"1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14...15...16...17...18..19...20...21...22...23..24..25...26...27...28...29...30...31...32...33...34...35...36...37"

He continued to count reaching twenty-five thousand two hundred seconds a total of seven hours. His sense of dread continuously got stronger as he moved he felt as if he was doing something profoundly wrong but persevered until he started to hear an almost silent whisper of sounds not quite words.

"o..."

"Hello?"

"g..."

"hello!"

The boy began to run hoping to find someone other than himself after running until he collapsed onto himself. Seeing that he did not have the energy to move he began looking for anyone or anything not finding anything until he slowly lost any energy he had left and promptly lost consciousness.

"hmm....AHH!"

After realizing he was awake he quickly got to his feet and looked around then seeing just empty he began to listen in hopes of hearing that quiet whisper once more. Time passed as he heard nothing deeming it a delusion he fell down and curled himself into a ball and began to weep thinking he had lost his mind. Then the boy continued to weep for an undetermined amount of time.

As time passed he began to feel the need to move so wiping his tears and feeling a deep sense of loneliness he moved. Giving up counting not feeling as hopeful as before or if there is an escape.

The boy moved for what felt like years. After so long he began to notice irregularities in his memories. He could remember what was deemed common sense, games/movies/sports/anime, and even certain events but not people's names or faces. Having not remembered his own name he decided that he would need a name if he were to ever leave this place.

"hmm... a name....a name...Oh I know, my name is"

The boy has decided his name got into a stance with his left hand on his hip and his right pointed to the sky he shouts his name hoping one would hear it and free him from what he would later deem worse than hell.

"Tsukiyomi"