This place was nowhere. Neither existence, nor the sucking expanse of the void. It wasn't really a place you could see, or touch, or even understand in any way people with actual physical bodies were capable of. Maybe it's better to just picture a big, white emptiness and call it close enough.

In the nothingness was...well, it wasn't really anything. An almost thing. Nearly half an idea. But it had awareness, which bothered it. It didn't want awareness. And wasn't that an annoying spiral? Without awareness it wouldn't want anything at all, so it wanted not to want what it wanted not to want....

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It was getting a headache, and it didn't even have a head.

It felt the moment Kyle punched Sylvanandra in the face. At least that was progress. But still, things weren't right. It was still here. For that matter, it still WAS. This was the problem.

It was going to have to try existing. It didn't want to. Existing would cause all kinds of problems. But it really didn't see a way around it. It was going to have to exist long enough to figure out what was going on.

Dammit. Well, no point in wasting time. It reached out of nothing until it touched....

Well, something. Anything at all.

And if you found all that confusing, don't worry. It was. Existing can suck sometimes.