Muer had been laying under that rubble for almost a decade now. His body had long been dead, and yet he hadn't yet gone to some so called "heaven" or "afterlife" as some people suggested he would. In that time he had been thinking and examine the oh so few things he could see in his fixed vision. He couldn't really do anything else though, his body had been dead for years what did you expect? For the first half he thought about the world around him. He thought about the city, and the world outside the city. He thought about science and how the world and universe worked. But within 4 years he had already thought and explored everything... well to the extent that he could think about and want. After that he turned to fiction. Before thinking had been a coping mechanism, it was the only thing he could do, so he did it until he didn't need to think about thinking. He had become an oddity, he thought without well... thinking. What he really wanted to do then was immerse himself in fiction, so he did. He created many stories in his head over the next 6 years, to the point he was bored of creating it. He didn't want to have to assume things. He wanted to experience them. He didn't want to be the one creating the fiction and manipulating what he could perceive, he wanted to be controlled by it. Ironic considering what his life was like, but still.
Once he had thought for a decade, he became so bored of thinking that he just stopped. He didn't have a body to maintain, and at this point a personality or appearance either, just thought. Time passed the same speed, and yet for him it was if he had time travelled. After stopping his thinking nothing happened. From his perspective it was suddenly hundreds, no thousands, maybe even millions of years from when he stopped his thought. He didn't know why he could tell this, but he could. The instant he decided to stop thinking he was here... thinking again. He forgot what he was like and most of what he was thinking before, only remembering the moments before he shut down.
He didn't know where he was anymore, he couldn't see anything. The moment he thought this however he could see again. However it wasn't quite colors, it was beams. It wasn't light at all in fact... it was something else. They were beams of... something... no different things. One seemed like sound, another seemed like energy, and another time. It was odd. He could perceive colors, but he could tell there weren't actually any there. He could only see the beams where they passed behind or through other beams.
It was unlike anything he had thought of, and it amazed him. He could sense where the beams are, and partially tell where they were. Even more amazing to him though, was how he saw them. It was like he was looking through panes of glass. One beam would show other beams in green, and one of those beams would show other beams in inverted colors, and so on. It was an amazing sight, too amazing. But in that moment he saw something, something magnetic. It was a single spec in the midst of these infinite uncountable beams. It was alluring. He knew there were many other similar or even identical specs littered around, but for some reason he found this one interesting.
He started moving towards it, but passed one of the many beams that were in front of it and couldn't see it anymore. He moved back to where he could see it, confused. He then moved towards the closest beam passing through it. He made sure he could always see the spec. He passed through another beam and another beam, each giving him something. It was as if he was being wrapped in the material of each beam as he passed through them.
He passed through one beam, and suddenly he could feel the outline of his body again. He passed through another and he could then see the individual beams. Yet another and he could feel his body, and another he could touch things. He never stopped moving however, not even noticing the changes as he gradually made it closer to the spec. He was so close to the spec, he could tell. And then, as he passed through one of the last beams, he could see. he paused for a second and noticed the presence of all the forces and feeling on him, before moving onward.
He bumped into something, or more accurately someone, who started to yell at him as he continued walking in a straight path. And then, he passed through the last beam. He was now inside of the spec, and he understood what was happening. He didn't quite know what those beams were, but he didn't care, because now, he was somewhere else. He was in a new world, and he understood what it was.
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