A consciousness woke up.

It instinctively tried to open its eyes, just to realize it couldn't.

It tried to move but wasn't able to as it afterward realized it didn't even fell his own body It began to panic.

It tried to scream, but no Sound could be heard, and It didn't even feel its lips moving.

The panic and fear inside the consciousness increased, so It struggled with all its might trying to do something anything was fine for it, but all of this was with no avail.

An unknown period of time passed by, and the consciousness slowly calmed down after giving up and ending its fruitless struggle.

It started to think about what happened where was it why couldn't it move why couldn't it talk, it was clearly awake.

The consciousness didn't know what to do now.

It couldn't move talk or even feel his own body so after realizing it could do nothing besides thinking for now no matter how it struggled, it decided to calm down and wait for now hoping everything would end soon.

So it waited, alone in the Darkness, unable to do anything.

At first It was scary trapped in a World of Darkness, but soon as the time went by the fear turned into boredom as it had literally nothing to do.

The flow of time continued, and the consciousness had the idea to count in his head, at least this way it had some sense of time, so it started.

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Soon it arrived at the count of one Million, but nothing changed during that time, so it continued

10 Million,100 Millionen, 1 billion, 10 Billion 100 Billion, 1 trillion. 10 trillion 100 trillion, 1 quadrillion... at some point the consciousness didn't know the names of the numbers it reached, so it invented New ones.

As the time went by it knew something was wrong, considering how much time had passed while it was counting.

It knew counting to a billion nonstop would take about 30 years, let alone the truly ridiculous number it has achieved.

But there was nothing it could do to escape that tourture besides waiting.

So its new Purpose in life became counting inside its head, as this was all that prevented it from falling into complete insanity.

As it continued its new purpose, it started to forget things at some point.

Between its counting it realized it didn't remember the birthday of its parents, but it didn't give that much thought and continued.

As the time went by it forgot more and more, Its original age, where it was born ... but it didn't care because at some point between its countings the loneliness and boredom it felt changed.

All what's left after those uncountable years which that being actually counted was a will to live, stronger than anything ever seen in that World and beyond.

Tightly grasping his last shreds of sanity, it endured.

It has long forgotten how it looked, it couldn't even remember its own name or if it was once a human or not.

It only remembered 3 Things after all that time first never stopping counting, never let go of that last shred of sanity and find a way back to the light even if it had forgotten was light was.

Unbeknownst to it, as the time went by, the small specs of light that made up its existence started to grow in size and shone brighter and more luminous.

What began as a small wisp of light not even comparable in the slightest to the glorious lights which appeared from time to time just to be extinguished in an instant, has grown into a shining White sun capable of unconsciously pushing aside the all consuming Darkness around it.