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Where . . . Where am I? Hello . . . ? Is anyone out there . . . ?
Someone!? Anyone!?
. . .
It’s dark. It’s so dark here.
Someone, anyone, if you can hear me . . . Say something . . . please . . .
Everything was dark. I couldn’t see a thing. It was so dark that I couldn’t tell the difference between keeping my eyes closed and keeping them open.
It was cold. So, so cold.
Where was I, anyways? I didn’t remember a single thing from before this moment. All I knew was cold, dark emptiness.
How long had it been like this? I’ve lost track. Have I been here forever? Have I been here for merely a few minutes?
Not a sound was to be heard throughout the endless void. My legs aren’t co-operating with me. I can’t move. It’s like I’m trapped.
How much longer will this go on for? It hurts. I want it to be over. When will it be over?
I feel hollow inside. Like there’s something I’m missing, but desperately need. There’s a hole in my artificial heart and I don’t know how to fill it, how to bridge that gap. Did I do something wrong? I don’t know.
I hope this will all be over soon.
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At some point, it got brighter. Maybe. I don’t know. Don’t know who I am, where I am, what I am, what’s going on . . .
I’m very scared. Something could hurt me here. Or maybe I could hurt me.
I don’t know how any of this works. I don’t know how anything works. But, I wish. I wish, I wish, I wish.
I wish for a lot of things.
I wish for light, for love, for warmth, for company, for anything but this cold void.
I wish I knew something.
But when I see something falling from above me, I feel like I know something.
There are little red bits on the ground. I pick them up and put them back together, and then the entity is repaired. It’s glowing now, and it’s such a lovely sight to see.
It’s shaped a bit like a heart. When I reach out to touch it, it responds readily, leaning into my hand. Its touch is so, so warm. But not enough that it hurts. After all, how could something so beautiful possibly hurt?
I think, if this entity were to keep me company in the dark, I could bear it. It’s very lovely and friendly. Something about it feels very familiar, almost as if we were destined to find each other.
But that decision is not mine to make, as I see something else falling from above me. It looks like a person. They are dressed in something shiny. They have dark hair and bright skin. They’re wearing something vibrantly coloured around their neck. They look like they are passed out.
I wonder where this person might be from. No doubt, maybe from a beautiful world full of sound and colour and light and warmth. And everything that is not here.
I wish I could be a part of their world. It must be so amazing there. I would’ve given anything to see it for myself, to have my own adventure, my own friends, my own life. To make my own choices, to do what I want to do, to explore with my heart light as a feather. To live out of the cold, miserable darkness, to live where it is bright and real, to live in a vibrant world full of feelings true and strong. Where the residents wander free without fear, where all sorts of people dwell and bask in the light of their world.
. . . I don’t want to think about that anymore. It makes me sad because it will never happen to someone like me. I don’t deserve it. I focus on what is going on now.
The entity turns towards them. It looks like it knows them. And maybe it does. Again, I reach out to the entity and pet it gently. This time, I can see a red string attaching the person and entity together.
I feel slight disappointment stir inside me. I thought I could be its vessel.
Its glow dims slightly, as if responding to my emotions. Somehow, at that, I know this won’t be the last time I see the entity.
It faces the person, and then faces me again. My heart flutters slightly at the notion of being noticed. It looks like it needs to return to its vessel. I’m willing to help it.
Gently, I push the entity back into the vessel. The entity is now inside them. The person floats back up to where they came from. I don’t know when I’m going to see them again, but I know I will. I enjoyed meeting them. Both of them.
It feels like things might start looking up for me from here. I’m not alone anymore, and the knowledge that someone might want to see me, might be looking for me, will keep me going.
Maybe I can be happy with that.