As I come to, the world around me is dark and unfamiliar. I can barely make out my own body, much less my surroundings. Confused and disoriented, I begin to search for a way out. Suddenly, a sound cuts through the silence, causing nearby creatures to shudder in fear. It's the eerie clink of bones, it seems to be following me.

I try to take stock of my situation, but my thoughts are muddled and my head aches. It's as if my skull has been shattered and twisted beyond recognition. Nonetheless, I press forward, driven by a sense of urgency and a desperate need to escape.

As I walk, I hear creaks and groans coming after me faster and faster, the sound echoing eerily through the darkness. If anyone were watching, they would be seeing me running like a madman.

Despite my confusion, there is one emotion that I can clearly feel: loneliness. There is no one around for miles, and my attempts at speech are futile. The only sound I can hear is the clinking of bones, which reverberates endlessly through the darkness. I can't shake the feeling that something is following me, lurking just beyond my line of sight.

After what feels like an eternity, I come across a glimmer of light. It's a dark blue pool of water, glowing softly in the darkness. The rocks around it form a natural boundary, like a field of flowers with weeds at the edges. The beauty of the scene is breathtaking, and for a moment I forget my fear and confusion.

But as I approach the water, I notice something strange. There's a figure reflected in the water, and although I feel that it looks similar to me and I recognize it as me, I recoil in fear, looking again, thinking that something else is in the water with me.

But as I get closer and move, I realize the truth: I am the skeleton staring back at me.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm dead. I don't know who I was or where I came from, but I know that I'm alone and lost. The water is a mystery, and I don't know what it signifies. All I can do is ask myself questions, hoping for some kind of answer that never comes.

As I ponder my fate, drops of water begin to fall from my eye sockets, the same color as the water. They're beautiful and sad, a reminder of the ultimate loneliness and isolation that I feel. And yet, even as I grieve for my lost life, I know that I must keep moving forward, seeking answers and a way out of this strange and unknown world.