I couldn't quite place the feeling at first. It was like waking up from a long, restless sleep. Only, I wasn't sure I'd actually slept. I just was.
It took a moment, but then it hit me—I was dead. The sharp impact, the blinding pain, the sudden silence. I remembered it all in flashes. But now, it was different. There was no weight, no pain, no pressure. Just an eerie stillness that spread out in every direction. I was... somewhere.
I tried to look around, but there was... nothing. Not darkness, no. It wasn't like the kind of darkness that swallowed light. It was the absence of anything at all. Like floating in space without the stars or the sky. A void. No colors, no shapes. Just a blank, empty expanse.
This is just so typical...
So, I waited.
Maybe something would happen. Maybe I'd wake up, or the world would shift. But nothing came. The silence stretched on. The stillness around me grew heavier. It was almost suffocating. Eventually, I couldn't just stand there anymore.
So, I moved.
Not walking—there wasn't really a ground beneath me to walk on—but more like... drifting, gliding through the emptiness. The void didn't pull at me or push me. It just let me be. I could feel the passage of time, or maybe I imagined it. The longer I moved, the more it felt like I was going in circles.
How long had I been here? Minutes? Hours? Days? I couldn't tell. The lack of time, of any real reference, made everything feel like a blur.
And then, in the nothingness, I noticed it.
There, floating in the void, was something. But it wasn't quite something. It was... a presence, or rather, the lack of presence. It was like a void within the void, a blank spot where there should have been something. I couldn't even tell if it had a shape, but the sensation of it was there, like it had no mass, no weight, no form. It was as if the concept of "nothing" had manifested.
It wasn't nothing though. It was... an absence.
It was hard to explain, and harder still to think about, but as I drifted toward it, a strange sense of being drawn to something I didn't understand washed over me.
Was it dangerous? Was it real? Was it even a thing at all?
I had no clue, but I had no choice but to keep moving toward it. The sheer lack of anything else, the blankness, made the pull almost irresistible.
As I got closer, I noticed something shift. A slight tremor ran through the air, bending the void ever so slightly, like the fabric of reality itself was rippling.
And then... I felt it.
A presence. A sharp jolt of awareness, almost like an electric shock running through the void itself. It wasn't just the absence of something anymore. No, this was different. It was alive, and it was aware.
I froze mid-drift, a chill running up my spine. The absence I had been moving toward began to distort, like something was pulling at it from within. The emptiness wasn't just static anymore. It was bending, warping as if it was about to break. A presence stretched out from the nothingness, and the air around me seemed to crack and tremble.
And then, it laughed.
The sound was a low, resonant noise, as though the entire void had taken on the laugh of a single, malevolent entity. It wasn't joyful—more like an acknowledgment of my existence. But the more I listened, the more it felt like something mocking me, something amused at my confusion.
"Well, this is peculiar," the voice echoed, coming from all directions at once. "Most humans don't see me when they die."
I looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. My mind scrambled, and my stomach twisted. What the hell was going on?
The figure—if you could even call it that—lay across a massive, ornate chair, its form barely visible in the shifting void. It exuded an aura of control, of something that had always been. Its presence stretched beyond the boundaries of normal perception.
"You're not supposed to be here," it sighed as it slowly shifted, sitting up, its figure beginning to come into focus.
I swallowed hard. "So what's going on? I thought I was dead?" I asked, my voice shaking with a mix of confusion and fear.
The entity snickered, its form blurring again as it rose from the chair and floated toward me.
"Isn't it obvious? You've already died, and now, you're stuck. Or... maybe you won't be."
I stared at it in disbelief.
"Next time you die, maybe you won't see me. Or maybe you will. Spin the wheel, and we'll see."
I blinked, completely stunned. What the hell was this? Was this some "try again" bullshit?
Without a word, I walked over and spun the wheel as hard as I could, all the while thinking What the fuck is this?
And then, I felt it.
The darkness came back, but this time, it was different. It wasn't that cold, empty void I'd been drifting through. No, this was real darkness—thick, heavy, suffocating. The kind that wraps around you, the kind you can feel pressing against your skin. It was like the world was closing in, and I had no way of stopping it.
No, this motherfucker didn't.
I could already feel the weight of the situation dragging me down. My mind raced, and panic started to creep in. I could feel my heartbeat quickening as the familiar sense of helplessness returned. But it wasn't just the darkness that unnerved me; it was the presence of it. The force behind it. Something was shifting again, something I didn't want to deal with.
Then, I heard and smelled everything come back and my mind started racing.until i felt someone hit me and i started crying.i thought who could hit me and then i looked around and saw.
"Doctor. This is what i didn't want to see, huh?"
Oh, no.
I thought back to the figure, the wheel, the strange nonsense of this entire... experience. I didn't even know how to react anymore.
Do I really have to do this over again? I thought, disbelief dripping through my mind.
And then, I looked.
I was tiny—like, baby tiny. My hands, my feet, everything was so small. My heart skipped a beat, and before I even realized what was happening, I cried out from the shock of it all.
For a moment, everything felt overwhelming. The confusion, the helplessness—nothing made sense. I thought I had to do it all over again. I thought the void, the wheel, and everything that had led me here was some kind of twisted cycle. It was too much. Too much to process in the moment.
But then, after what felt like an eternity, the crying subsided. The world around me was still spinning, but I could finally focus. I wiped my eyes, trying to make sense of the shapes before me. What was I seeing?
I looked up and saw two figures looming over me. At first, I couldn't tell who they were, but a strange feeling of familiarity washed over me. Could these be my parents? but these aren't my parents?Had I somehow been reborn into a new life? Or were these two... just very creepy people?
They stood over me, their faces gentle yet unreadable. I couldn't quite make out their features, though everything about them felt foreign and distant. There was a warmth to them, yes, but a coldness, too, as if they were aware of something I wasn't. Something I should know, but didn't.
One of them spoke, and though their voice was soft, I couldn't understand the words. It was as if I was hearing them through a thick fog. Their expressions didn't change, though. There was no panic, no fear—just an air of calm certainty.
I was still too disoriented to process it fully. The world around me didn't feel like my own, and the two figures didn't seem quite real. It was like I was stuck in a dream, unsure of how I had ended up here.
"What is this?" I thought to myself, my mind reeling. "Am I really going through this again?"