The reflective sheet of glass before me dissolves into the air as if it were a fabrication of my mind. Just as before, the sky itself began to light up with hundreds of multicolored balls of light haphazardly dancing in the air. I think “These lights look like the ones that became different versions me… Does that mean my design is not yet finished?” The lights begin to form together like a school of fish, heading towards the ground just as before... except instead of stopping before they hit the ground, they turn towards me. Witnessing the array of lights approaching me at a rather frightening speed, I hold out my arms as if to accept the fate that lay before me; I close my eyes I say “I trust you… my creator.”

The lights impact me, but I feel… nothing. I only hear the sound of wind whipping at lightning speed past me; I open my eyes as I think “What happened?” My eyes adjust to the level of light in the room and I begin taking in the sight of the lights whizzing past me. I think “Wait, are these lights not meant for me?” Turning around to face the direction the lights are destined to land, I gather every ounce of strength I have and set off to find their destination.

Walking for what seemed to be an extensive amount of time, through a nearly endless expanse of empty space, I discover the answer to one of the questions I’ve had since my creation: “Am I to remain alone?” The answer… is no. Gazing off into the distance, my eyes can barely believe the sight of not one, but many people being created just as I once was. I planned to take note of every single person and how their forms change as they are being created… however, I find myself fascinated by the man directly in front of me, so much so that my legs pull me towards this person like a magnet; my legs come to a halt mere feet from him as I think “Who is this man?” The man pays me no mind as he stares at the massive sheet of paper before him; the design of his final form solidified by the paper and just like my paper, words of his life story begin to form. Instinctively, I decide to read his paper, but as I do my mind begins to form memories of the past, my past. I see myself… with this man… having fun, laughing, sharing, and even helping each other through hard times; all of these only deepen my curiosity of this man’s identity. That is, until I read the last line on his paper: “He was always there for his best friend.” One last memory takes hold of my mind; how I met him. That’s right, he is my best friend! As my new…ish best friend memorizes his life story, I cherish the fact I was able to find him, here and now, in this white vacant vastness.

I wanted to speak with him, but the empty world around me suddenly begins to shift and distort. The last thing I remember is thinking “Wh-What’s going on!?” before everything faded to black.