In the vast sea of nothingness, where only darkness prevails and time has no meaning, a white, dim light taking the form of a human being could be seen flickering in and out of existence.
Regrettably, even if it had existed or perhaps persisted in this plane for what seems to be eons, it had long lost its perception of time.
And, memories of who he was had long since eroded, leaving behind just small fragments of his once prosperous identity.
In here, he felt nothing, heard nothing, and was nothing.
He could not breathe nor speak.
He simply was.
But, occasionally, ripples in its movement would disturb its perfect linear trajectory.
A flicker representing what might have been a memory, a thought, or a faint echo of its human emotion.
A sole moment of salvation if moments could exist in such a place when he knew, he knew he must keep going if he wanted to keep himself from becoming one with his surroundings.
Alas, these junctures came unbidden, vanishing as swiftly as they arrived. They were swallowed whole by the relentless sea around him, leaving nothing but ink behind.
But, as if the Heavens interfered, a shadow of a name brushed against his awareness.
A name that he instinctively knew it was his.
His one and single name.
And, with this single, fateful action, the impossible stirred and wove itself into reality.
Now, in here, he for once felt something.
He knew that he was someone.
He knew he wanted to live.
Even if he could not find peace in the void.
Even if he must suffer for more eons to come.
He will break free from this prison and truly live.
And, with this sole thought, something somewhere began to shift.
As if sensing his intention, a faint, insistent tremor, pulsed through the void.
At first, it was almost imperceptible.
A mere tickle at the edges of his new-found awareness.
But it grew.
Relentless.
Uncontrollable.
Until the force that gnawed at the boundaries of his new existence succeded.
It made it seem finally... real.
The once-white, dim-flickering light was now a small star illuminating its surroundings with its presence.
And, suddenly as if the void itself was commemorating his achievement, the space beside him started to fracture.
A jagged crack formed in the fabric of the past never-ending darkness.
Alas, the hole it created seemed ominous to our soul, becoming a pull, an unstoppable force dragging him out of the abyss.
He fought it, or perhaps merely tried to evade this unfamiliar sensation of being. But, slowly the pull became unbearable, tearing through him with a force that seemed as though it would annihilate him utterly, leaving nothing behind.
And then, inexplicable with a silent scream, he came back into existence.
His consciousness erupted into awareness.
Even if in another form.
Even if in another world.
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A/N: I know it's short as hell but I wanted to keep all the "void" experience thingy as a sole chapter without somethin' more added.
Thanku' for your understanding and for spending your time reading my novel o7