I just felt alone, for I don't know how long, I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't see anything, I couldn't think about anything and I couldn't even recognize my own existence.
All there was a feeling of incompleteness like something was missing, this feeling was getting stronger and stronger until it overshadowed the other feelings completely.
As all that existed for me was this feeling for an unknown period of time, I was able to recognize its origin and thereby understand what I am, gradually returning my other emotions, senses, and my mind.
When my senses returned, I was in a room where only a large bed exists, along with a painting of a man on his back, in front of the man countless creatures struggling in the shadows trying to reach him, the painting was lived as if it were coming to life anytime.
