VINCENT
Lights, billions of dancing lights filled his vision. He blinked once, twice. Eventually, the lights stopped dancing and his vision began to come into focus. A strange figure was looming above him.
Who is this? What is this? What is going on?
What am I?
He wasn't entirely certain what exactly was happening. All that he knew was that he was somehow breathing, whatever he may be.
"You are alive," he perked up, getting more confused upon hearing the stranger who somehow spoke. He didn't quite figure out what those words entail, but he would like to assume that they must be for him.
He blinked for the second time, trying to grasp understanding with regards to his surroundings.
"Alive," startled, he can't help but feel mesmerized. That didn't seem to have come from the stranger, he mused. It seemed to have come from him instead. The idea had him feel something within him.
