You are here. Where is here? Does it matter? You are standing on a platform of some sort, in an endless black abyss, a void, if you will.
You see a figure, slouched over, in the distance. You cannot perceive any of its features, and the figure itself is only a small speck in the void, black over black.
Slowly, the illusion of a person gets up, turns to you. Even more slowly, you see it closing the distance separating you, until it gets close enough to distinguish its face. Yet it seems indescribable, and every time you try to place a name you've remembered for any of its feature, it slips from your grasp, akin to water in cloth.
Finally, the figure stands on the same platform you do; You feel you should know who this figure is, but the words are trapped inside your mind, screaming a silent name that burns you through, consuming you, setting your very soul ablaze, until finally, in a small movement of what seems to be its mouth, opens, and releases the dreaded words...
"HOLY SHIT, I'm still alive you guys!"
You fall.
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