'...'
'...Ugh'
'…Where am I?'
The voice asked. There was no answer. In fact there was nothing. No rustling of the wind. No gushing of water... there was nothing. Not even an echo returned the voice's cries within the void that seemed to encompass it.
'What is this place?'
'Is there anything there?'
The voice began to strain, it tried to see, to open its eyes, but nothing happened. As though it had no eyes with which to see.
'Hello!! Is anyone there. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!!?'
The voice screamed in vain into the infinite darkness surrounding it with not even an echo as a reply as it tried to squirm, writhe, shake, ANYTHING. The voice did all it could, anything to feel, to move, to see, to hear ... Anything.
Then the voice quietened, it mellowed, softened, its struggle ceased. And the voice asked itself.
'What am I?'
Before it again erupted, with even greater fury than before.
'WHAT THE HELL AM I!!!?'
After time untold & much profanity from the voice, it now sat there, calmer, if only slightly. Its thoughts racing on ... everything.
'Where am I?'
'What is this place?'
'How long have I been here?'
'WHAT AM I!?'
Again the voice exploded before it could eventually calm itself & the thoughts screaming inside its mind. And the voice began to wait. For something, anything. A memory, a flash of inspiration, an outside force. And as it waited, new questions began to surface.
'Who am I?'
'How did I get here?'
'What is here?'
'That's it!!'
That it seemed was the flash of inspiration the voice had been waiting for.
'This place, I cannot move, nor hear, nor see. I'm trapped. Not by chains, nor bindings, nor magic, but by myself.'
'I have no eyes to see, no ears to hear, no limbs or muscles to move. But, if that's the case, how can I think?'
More questions flooded into the mind of the curious voice, seemingly clouding the flash, drowning it under the weight of the tidal wave of thoughts it had provoked.
'I could be dead ... But if I'm dead what would the point of this place be? Would I still be able to think if I'm dead? This place could be hell & this is supposed to torture or drive me mad. Or it could be purgatory & I'm supposed to wait for something. My end. My beginning. No, that couldn't be right. If i can still form thoughts like this, then I must have knowledeg of something before this, some language, some place, some feelings.'
The flash seemed to have faded entirely with each new question that appeared in the mind of this inquisitive voice. And, once again, the voice's mind began to grow agitated.
'Which all leads back to that DAMN QUESTION. WHAT AM -'
SNAP!!
A jolt of pain ran through the void itself sending cracks, tears & chasms through the ceaseless darkness, that seemed to illuminate & shine with colours of blue, green, white and a searing light.
"AAAAAARRRHHHHBBBBBBBLLLLLLLRRRRRHHHH"
The voice screamed in agony & as it did so the voice began to warp into something else, a gargling cry similar to a drowning beast, all while the lights and colours tearing the void asunder grew ever more vivid, vibrant, searing.
Until...