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[i]After yet another indeterminately long period of time had passed, I had figured out exactly what I’d say to the other person.

[i]You know, I never thought I’d die alone. [/i] I finally thought across to Kiuki (or Kye), just as a particularly bright golden flash of color blinked into and out of existence.

[i]Wait… but then how am I talking to you? Am I… dead? [/i] She asked me as soon as I’d finished thinking.

[i]Well, I know that at least I am dead. I’m not sure about you, though. Anyways,
I ended up dying completely and utterly alone, not a soul nearby. [/i] Sensing her curiosity with my special spiritual perception that I’d gained when I’d died, I continued the thought [i] It was… I died… Well… [/i] My thoughts grew into a jumbled whirlwind of chaos and pandemonium. There was no easy way – actually, no way – to explain what had happened, not without starting at the beginning.

[i]Hmm… well, I guess that it all started when I appeared on that beach, so, so long ago. [/i]

After an eternity of darkness and bland nothingness – worse than this place we’re in right now – I found myself thinking. Of course, this led to me existing. And suddenly, I did. Exist, that is.

My light eyelids opened of their own accord, allowing me to see the world that I had been thrown into. A few cottony clouds drifted high in the sky, all without a care in the world, all delivering rain without a complaint. The sun made the already sharp shadows underneath the clouds appear even sharper, and, when I turned to look at it, blinded me with its pure brightness. I quickly glanced the other way, finding a peaceful looking forest behind me – one that was populated with loosely compacted oak trees.

Amongst the entire sight sensory overload, I became aware that I was lying on something that felt gritty and somehow soft. It was also somewhat warm, probably due to the sunlight that had been illuminating whatever it was… at least before I appeared there. I also became aware that rather hard little twigs were digging into my skin from under my white t-shirt.

They were vaguely uncomfortable and caused me to want to get up, so I did, sore muscles complaining and aching every inch of the way up. When I had gotten up, I noticed that the material I had been lying in was actually fairly tan sand. I raised my hand to my back to brush the remaining rough granules off of my shirt and got a good look at the long, rather narrow beach. I could see that there were kilometers and kilometers of this ‘sand’ stuff. Every now and then, some hopeless dead grass blades would be poking out of the beach, as if in lament of the battle they had lost. They stuck out like porcupine quills on a hamster, and felt like them too.

Now, at this point, I had no memories of who I had been, nor what I had been. I didn’t know how I knew about… all of the stuff I knew. The words I used, my mind picked them without my consent, calling up images and information to my consciousness as soon as I encountered anything.

The sand and the forest, I noticed, had a rather distinct borderline. It was located approximately twenty meters to my left, away from the water’s line, and consisted of green grass ending and soft sand beginning. There was no ‘meld period’, one just stopped, and the other began.

After all of this had been processed, my body became aware of another sensory stimulus, hearing. Waves crashed with miniature roars, boughs rustled their numerous leaves in the humming wind, and… in the distance, I heard a growing thunder. It was like… a thousand horses all galloping closer and closer to me.

This, of course, made me panic (I’d just woken up, what was I supposed to do?) and run into the forest – where I discovered my sense of smell. The scent of clay earthiness overwhelmed me, causing me to lose track of what I was doing and lose a lot of the control over myself. When I regained awareness, I found myself in one of the giant oak trees. Of course, this oak tree had thousands of light green leaves covering it like grass over a field and such, but I had no time to notice this; I was deathly terrified.

I was so worried because it was on some sort of floating boulder – ragged, with bits of it chipped off and moss growing all over it and vaguely spherical in nature – located in the middle of a giant ore covered rift between two sides of the earth. The freakishly unnatural roar, meanwhile, had disappeared – thankfully.

Logically, I had to get down. But my mind disagreed with me… “Stay up here were it’s safe and you have no danger of falling off of the small rock’s edges to your death!” It screamed at me.

Eventually, I did manage to get down. Something called a ‘strong gust of wind’ helped me make up my mind, and, when I reached the bottom of the straight oak tree, I could see that the boulder was actually medium size. It was also covered in the discarded seeds of the oak tree above me, littering the ground like puddles after a storm. One of the numerous blackened knotholes in the trunk of the oak tree glared at me.

“Hello? Anyone? Help?” I said, stupidly. Honestly, who could be there? I was in the middle of what appeared to be a giant trench, floating on top of a levitating land mass. Speaking of which, I slowly peered over the edge, grasping tightly to some weeds that provided rather poor handholds, attempting to see if the roughly hewn rock was actually levitating [i] or [/i] if it was connected to the ground by some more rock; a pillar which I couldn’t see.

“Oh, jeese.” I said. It was a long, long, long way down. I’m pretty sure that, in most canyons, there weren’t supposed to be clouds, right? It was also obvious to me, then, that the boulder was, in fact, floating. I calmed myself and asked muttered yet another question aloud.

“How did I get to this place, anyways?” I tried to penetrate the thick bank of clouds to see the bottom of the fissure I was currently floating in.

Suddenly, when I caught a glimpse of the ground far, far below, between two gray clouds clashing together, I gasped. Not only was it a [i] really [/i] long drop, there appeared to be a forest with a miniscule looking river running through it down there – it was so far down that I could barely tell that it was a river and not a thread of cyan colored silk.

I’d been alive for less than ten minutes, yet I’d already had a panic attack, mysteriously gotten onto an unsecured levitating rock with a giant oak tree on it, and discovered that there was some sort of world underneath the land I had [i] appeared [/i] in…

Sadly, this is how much of my life played out – so called ‘shockers’ every few paragraphs minutes.

[i]So, I eventually came to expect them and accept them as normal. I lost my intolerance to them and, in time, forgot that they were even called ‘shocking’ for a reason. [/i] I finished relaying the very first bits of the very first day to her and waited for feedback.

[i]Well… that’s really cool. Did you ever get down to that other land place? What was The Roar thing? How did you even get to that floating island? And, please tell me this, what did the trees look like? [/i] Was all she thought back to me.

[i]The… trees? They… looked like trees, you know, tall, chiseled with bark, lots of random leaves all over them. Loosely packed together, they created a dappling affect on the light and made the scene all moody and stuff, but, due to the fact that I had been running from… ‘The Roar’, as you call it, I had no chance to really look around and appreciate my surroundings. [/i] I sent back to her, hoping, in my heart, that it was a good enough explanation.

[i]Anyways, do you want to hear the rest of the story? It gets really interesting, I swear![/i] I eventually continued, dismayed at her continued silence.

[i]Yeah, I mean, it’s better than staring out into the blankness until we drift apart and forget that either of us had been nothing more than a figment of the other’s imagination... [/i] She told me after some time spent thinking. [i] We could both be dead. I think I’m dead. Something about… something called the Void? Argh… it makes my… mind hurt, I suppose, seeing as though I have no… head. Anyways, continue, please! [/i] Kiuki went on to say.