He regained his thoughts, as he saw what was around him.

”Saw” might not be the best word, he couldn't exactly see what was happening, but he could somehow feel it.

He could feel that he was inside a white cube, that somebody was clutching his body, that he contacted the cold walls.

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Then, after a long time, he heard whispers of voices around him. He knew that he wasn't alone.

And when he had a much clearer mind, one that's enough to generate sentences, he, or they, made out a voice.

“Hello.”