I stand in an empty hall.
It's not simply empty due to a lack of anything notable...
No, it's truly empty.
As if it's...
Devoid.
I don't understand what that means.
But.
I know this place.
This...home?
No-
Not home.
But I know this place.
I know this place so well, it feels like it should be home.
Except I know it definitely isn't.
This definitely isn't home.
This is...
I walk across the stone, barefoot. The soft padding of my feet is the only sound in the endless silence.
The stone doesn't feel cold or rough under my padding feet, despite the fact that I'm barefoot. It's simply...ground. A surface to stand on.
As if even the ground itself is 'nothing'.
There is light illuminating the walls around me, but I don't know where it's from. I just know it's there. Enough to know that I'm not simply floating or standing in endless void.
