Nothing. Nothing but black, dark, unfeeling void. You’ve been here before, you think. Or have you? You’re not sure, and yet, something about this place is strangely familiar. Something, something… Your thoughts fade away into a mist, and you grasp at them apathetically, to no avail. 

On and on this goes, stray thoughts and images occasionally drifting through your conscience, only to be lost again.

You’re not sure when you started walking, but you simply did. Some voice tells you that you should be getting tired, and yet, you remain as unfeeling as ever. The landscape, if it should even be called that, never seems to change. Only ever black. Only ever dark. There’s to texture, no sound. You don’t even know how you’re standing, as there’s nothing to stand on. Not that you can see. 

Soon, the world begins to fade, black into gray. Slowly. So slowly. Other than this, you can perceive no particular change in the elements around you. The gray is nearing an off white color now, and you wonder what this could possibly mean. You wait for that thought, just as so many others before it, to fade back into mist, but it remains. Relentless in your head: what comes next? What, what, what?

The word repeats over and over, again and again. It develops a rhythm, and in time to this question, your head starts to pound. The walls are now a pristine white, and at the edges, blood begins to drip down. You're frozen in place. Can’t breath, can’t move. You know you should run. You need to run. You can’t. Something fills your throat, you cough, blood splatters over the pristine white floor. Which way is up, which is down? The red flows over the scene, dripping from the walls, spilling from your mouth. You’re going to drown. Falling, down, down, down.

*****

You sit up, rubbing your head. You're in a warehouse, the grimy windows tinted, dulling the sunlight streaming through…