Waking up from his nightmare, Vainsaw the empty room with the white ceiling. The room seemed duller. As if everything bright turned a bit grayer. The empty feeling in the level seemed to overpower Vain.
Vain could only sit down in a corner and think about his dream. The hurtful words that all seemed to be true. The world didn't seem important in front of those words.
"Does my life even matter?... Does walking through these levels even matter to me?... Should I just die?... Does my life even have any meaning?..."
Vain could only spend his time looking at the floor or the ceiling. Memories and experiences kept flooding his mind every second. Several hours passed as Vain sat there completely overwhelmed by his thoughts. Soon days passed as Vain's stomach being the only thing that truly reminded him to eat and drink.