This is a short story I am writing, of which I have not come up with a very good title yet. So I'm going to use that, my goal was to make it seem suspenseful... though because it is not complete it may seem confusing as fuck, but any feedback would be appreciated...
 And when he opened his eyes he could see nothing. An emptiness that seemed to have no color or shape nor presence… but wrapped around him, a million miles in every direction. But how could he know? It could have been infinite. Fear began to grasp him, he felt so small and hopeless being there alone. A feeling he had not felt much in his life, always being the smartest man in the room he felt as though he knew everything.
But now standing there, shivering in the absent cold, all of that bloated pompous ego vanishing, he found that he knew nothing… He looked to his shoes, polished and tight, his pants, cleaned and pressed, the black seemed to contrast with the area around him but in a way he could not express. Then he felt the urge to turn…
Looking behind him and seeing the man standing there, looking back at him, was almost as much shock as appearing in this place. He turned to face him quickly, the man did the same, he pointed in a fashion that would have seemed impolite to him only moments ago, he had to communicate with this person, though he felt if he spoke he would throw up… The man pointed back.
There was a new fear within him now, a deep pending dread, fear that this person was who he thought it was…
He waved his arms around, the man did the same, he stamped his feet, the man followed exactly. He tried to look at the man, but it hurt his eyes, like looking through several colored films at once, that kept changing and making the picture just a black outline… and his perspective seemed to change the longer he looked at him, as though he was looking back at himself, seeing himself do the very things he was doing.
He took a step closer, so did the man, this time synced, they moved together. Another step, only a few feet away now… his eye sight seemed to worsen, he could feel what he was looking at was changing but he could not tell the difference, switching back and forth between two different views, obviously he saw from the eyes of the man, but how? Why?... He lost track of who was who now, the motions aliened and the scenery the same, there was no way to know, his senses numbed the closer he got, though now he could feel the man getting closer, he could feel his heart the same as his own, or was that his own? It didn’t matter now… curiosity had gripped him and the fear was only a dull cry in the back of his mind. He felt more right the closer they were, he felt more alive and much less alone… He actually smiled whilst reaching out to touch the hand of this man. Had he taken a second to think and had not let fear affect his judgment he would have known this was a mistake, the last mistake he would ever make… But as he reached out, acknowledging that this man was himself, and touched the flesh. The world exploded.
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