Arthur woke up and found himself in a place he did not recognize. Instead of the soft light shining through the bare branches of trees he was used to, he hardly saw any light now, and what little he did see was blinding. The quiet sounds of the forest were gone, replaced by a low, droning hum that came from all around him. He didn't feel the gentle forest wind, instead he felt as though his body was on the brink of being torn apart by an invisible force. But he did not have a body. He felt no appendages to move, every command his brain sent to his body was lost, having nowhere to go. He tried to look around, but he had no head to move. He tried to scream, but he had no throat to produce the sound, and no mouth to release it. Had he had lungs his breath would have quickened. Had he had sweat glands he would have begun to sweat. Had he had a body he would have curled into the fetal position, closed his eyes tightly, and weeped. But he had none of those things. So all he could do was exist in horror as the sights, sounds, and feelings grated on his mind endlessly.

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Arthur woke up.