The Anti-void, a place of endless, unbroken white, and roaring, maddening silence.
The only sound that might grace ones ears as the traveled this empty space would be static and their own footsteps, unechoing.
In the midst of this ongoing blank land few lived, even fewer thrived, and those who couldn't dared not enter alone.
For some, they had no choice, ripped from their beds in the middle of the night, forced to watch to end of their world, as it crumbles, rips, and dissolves into nothingness, leaving them alone in a land while not hostile, entirely inhospitable.
Markus was one of these few, a victim of cruel fate left in this hole, alone, unaware, clueless of his being, his fate, walking, walking, walking till his legs gave out from underneath him. Sending to the false floor trembling, he was hungry, he didnt know why, he was tierd, the bright white around him wouldn't let him sleep, he hurt, and it was only getting worse.
He knew nothing, not his name, not his home, not even the fact he was alive, his mind and soul a blank slate.
Markus gets to his feet yet again, he needed to keep moving, keep going, he didnt know why. One foot in front of the other, ignore the pain of weakness, of hunger, keep moving.
The only good thing about this place, is you can see, see for miles uninterrupted and in the deep distance the skeleton seen something, movement, a shape, something different from this endless white.
Despite his pain, his weakness he starts in that direction, wanting to get to that one thing different than the rest, his footsteps grow louder, faster as he breaks into a sprint but it doesn't last long, only a few moments before he's back on his knees, breathing hard, desperate for energy he simply doesn't have.
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