Solar systems are planets floating around balls of energy that are called stars, and those solar systems float around larger masses such as black holes. According to leading scientists, these enormous vacuums also orbit something. Sadly, it hasn't been discovered what they could orbit.

This pattern of globes floating around larger globes was theorized to continue forever. Nothing could ever stop this from happening according to the leading scientists on Erf. But what if something did something to alter this pattern?

A small group of scientists started to notice certain planets disappearing for periods of time, and nobody could figure out what was going on. The scientists were astounded that a celestial body could disappear and reappear like a projection. When these findings were shared they were treated like jokes, or dismissed as an optical illusion.

When confronted with irrefutable evidence that this phenomena was accusing, the scientific community shrugged it off because they couldn't comprehend it, so the scientists were comically dismissed as lunatics, and the enigma was eventually ignored into nothingness.

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Eli woke up to absolute darkness. The absence of his senses was all he could feel, and he was thrown into a panic. His brain imagined sweat rolling down his neck as his brain flooded with adrenaline, and he tried to feel anything only for everything to fall on him.

A pressure was throwing him around a room like a toy ball, and he wouldn't hit anything. Eli could swear he was hitting something as he imagined the sensation of hitting a wall, bouncing onto another with infinite momentum, and flying around like a 3-D game of Pinball. At times he could swear he would teleport back to a place he had been before going in a new direction.

Sometimes he could feel himself going forward and back, up and down, left or right, but sometimes he felt a 4th type of direction, but he had no word for it. He felt as if he was being suck in, and out of something. But he couldn't tell for his life what it was.

Eli couldn't tell anything, and he could swear he would be screaming, but he couldn't even feel himself or the air escaping his lungs. There wasn't a feeling of air rushing across his body, and he couldn't feel his muscles contract, nor could he feel his tounge frolicking throughout his mouth.

The only sensation he felt was the weird movement his brain could swear was true.

Gradually, Eli was subjected to sensations any human could incorrectly imagine, and just as quickly as it started, it finished. Eli felt the sensations gradually slipping away, and was gradually able to start thinking again. Nothing was forcing his body into a blender, so his brain was able to be something more than mush, and just as Eli was about to have a thought, he blacked out again.

Eli woke up once again in an unfamiliar space. He was lying down facing a plain white ceiling, and felt frozen to the ground for a few seconds before he was able to sit up and move around.

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The surroundings this time had a new look that was infinitely better then whatever he had just gone through. It was a completely white box, and it was about twice the height of a normal ceiling. It was also longer and wider than any school gym Eli had been in.

The floor was separated into square-tiles two-meters long, and the large tiles stretched along the large box for as far as he could see, but some seemed to be bigger than others. But no matter the size of the square, each contained a human. Most seemed to be laying down, either still asleep, or laying there listlessly. Few were actually standing like Eli was, surveying their surroundings.

What the heck is going on, Eli wondered with a bewildered expression as he looked around. He took a second glance around to gather his thoughts, and soon sat down to think about things. He was stuck in a white box bigger than any room he had been in, but its oddly-low ceiling made it feel cramped.

Before that he was in his house about to read a new book, but before he could even glimpse the first page, he was thrust into darkness, and underwent something that he thought could normally only be felt through hallucinogens for what felt like forever. Now that Eli could actually sit down, and recollect himself, he could only let out a sigh of relief.

What was that? Eli wondered while he looked at the ceiling, Up, down, left, right, forward, backward. I know what those feel like, but what else happened to me? Was I melting, freezing, or did something else happen?

Eli sat there for what felt like hours as he stared around at people just awakening. As he sat he noticed other new details, he wasn't wearing the clothes he had on prior. Instead, he was wearing teal-tinted scrubs, and as other people started to wake up, they too noticed their new surroundings.

Some tried to walk outside of their squares, but they looked like they were walking into a wall as they approached the border. A particular meathead that had awoken near Eli started charging at the perfectly-transparent walls repeatedly.

How much pain does he even feel from that? Eli wondered as he gazed at the human battle ram. The muscular meathead was throwing itself at the border, and was rejected every time. When he made contact with it, he would be launched of the wall, and thrown at the other walls. He would fly around like a bouncy ball until he lost momentum, but whenever he finished tumbling, he would rise again seemingly unhurt to repeat the process.

Eli looked at the muscle head with a confused face, but sighed and stood up. If he can do it more than once, I can probably do it too. He took a look at the wall, and started running at the wall. Eli closed his eyes, and ran into the wall with all he could. Eli was then sent across his square like somebody had thrown him like a rag doll they didn't want to play with. He flew off the wall at an angle, and flew around his square for a few seconds before he crashed into the ground. He felt sore all over, but otherwise he seemed to be completely healthy.

Eli swiftly sat up, and looked around him to make sure he was still in the white box, and a a quick look around dashed his hopes of freedom. The meathead was still sending himself to the wall repeatedly, and continued to slam into the ground with a zealous effort. At this point he had been going on for more than 10 minutes, but seemed to only have more energy. At some point, he had tried to tear off the teal scrubs that were adorning everybody, but he couldn't even cause the slightest tear. He also seemed to scream, but Eli didn't hear noise from the angry beast.

Suddenly the lights flashed, and a small sound of static entered Eli's ears, but whatever the sound was, was accompanied by a swift collapse as Eli was pushed down onto the ground, and could only stare at the white ceiling, and wonder what was going on. Before Eli could theorize about what was happening something floated into his vision distracting him.

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