Pain, love, and life I feel all at once, it’s like my life is a smear, or a blur. Very few things are concrete and many are the smallest pieces of everything. Who was I? Was I human? A cat? A fhdkshgfkewi that knew all? Guess i’ll never know.

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Where am I?

I feel cold and lonely, but at the same time have no desire to change this.

I feel like I have been born anew, what was I last doing? I’m sure I’ll figure it out.

For now I must figure out where I am.

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I open my eyes to find myself floating in a void-like place, its large but still finite. It’s like a place that has edges that will take forever to walk to, but going around what looks like the long way is actually the faster way.

The place is certainly strange but feels like me, like it is a part of me or I am a part of it.

While I’m able to get a vague sense of the space around me it’s still disorienting just floating here. I wonder, if this place really is an extension of myself can I just will it to have a floor? I try to will a floor for myself and it appears, but I am still floating here.

I then will myself a body and spend the next few moments testing out different things. I make tables and chairs, and change the body I have for myself. After testing the different things I can do, (and after making a few leaps in logic) I have come to a few conclusions, The most important part of this place is that it is some extension of me, maybe my will but with something facilitating the processing my conscious mind is not capable of.

This place is sort of like a lucid dream, but I am sure I am not dreaming.

I shall figure out what this place can do soon enough!