Why is it so quiet…?
My eyes flutter open to an empty sky. A dull, gray expanse stretching endlessly above me, neither bright nor dark—just… there. A heavy stillness hangs in the air, thick and unnatural.
Nothing seems familiar.
I push myself upright, feeling the ground beneath me—solid, cool, and smooth like polished stone. Not a single clump of dirt, no leaves or sticks cluttering the ground. My hand sank into it, but there was nothing to hold, like my skin knew nothing of its own surface.
The terrain stretches in every direction, seamlessly blending with the horizon where jagged mountains loom in the distance. Rolling hills and dense forests dot the land Infront of me, yet something is missing.
No movement. No sound. No life.
I scan my surroundings, expecting to see something—anything—stirring in the distance. A rustling leaf, a bird cutting through the sky, the whispers of wind through the trees.
Anything... I 'll take anything that moves.
But there is nothing.
No birds circling above.
No animals darting between the trees.
Not even the wind dares to move.
The air is still, stagnant, almost as if holding its breath waiting for something to break the silence. Even the towering trees that stretch to the sky stand eerily still, their leaves untouched by any breeze. The rivers are full, but their surfaces are like glass, never rippling, never flowing. Unmoving, as if frozen in time. Not even a single cloud stirs in the sky, as though time itself has forgotten them.
I stand, brushing off my clothes—though they're already spotless, when a strange sense of unease settles in my chest. Something is wrong.
Am I really all alone? It's so… quiet.
Not the peaceful quiet of an early morning sunrise, but the kind that feels unnatural— pressing against my ears until the silence itself becomes deafening.
I take a breath. Then another.
"Hello?"
My voice cuts through the emptiness, sharp and clear. It should echo, bouncing off the mountains, through the trees, across the valleys. But it doesn't. The silence completely swallows it whole.
I glance at my hands while gathering my thoughts, but nothing comes to mind.
I've been laying on the ground for god knows how long, how are my hands so clean?
I don't remember traveling, I definitely don't remember falling on to a surreal, almost fake ground. Come to think of it
I don't remember… anything.
Who the hell am I?
Where the hell am I?
How long have I been here?
Minutes…Hours…Days?
What is this place?
Gazing upon the unnatural surroundings, I take a few steps foreword.
At first, I think maybe I'll find something—any sign that I'm not the only one here. But the further I walk, the more I realize the truth that's been pressing at the edges of my mind.
I am alone. Utterly, completely alone.
A tightness grips my chest, twisting and turning. But beneath the unease, beneath the fear, something else lingers—something I can't ignore.
Relief.
No expectations. No responsibilities. No past to haunt me.
Just me.
I let out a slow breath, tilting my head toward the unmoving sky.
"So this is it, huh?"
I take another step forward.
"Is this really all for me?"