How I imagined things went down in the Shadow Realm for @der-echte-richard-kruspe - a short story
First, the confusion. He had no idea what was going on and why he could only see himself.
He gradually realised he was stuck there (even if he wasn't really sure where "there" was), with no access to the outside World (no way to contact his friends and...oh my, no cigarettes in sight! 😱) and no explanation to why such fate was bestowed upon him. Desperation took a hold of him for a moment. What if he's stuck there forever? What if he's never able to kiss @der-echte-paul-landers again or feel comfort in @der-echte-till-lindemann warm chest? What if he's never able to see and play with his friends again?
He pulled himself together after what it felt like an eternity of sorrow (but, actually, only 5 minutes had passed) and decided this was beneath him. Was he not Richard Zekay from Rammstein and Emigrate?! He didn't endure so much back in the GDR to be defeated by this, so he decides it's time to try to find his way out. Unfortunately, it felt like walking blindfolded through a sandstorm and he was unsuccessful.
Suddenly, he hears his friends' voices in the void...with whispers of a rescue and revenge. He wasn't sure if it was real or not, but the way the voices were overreacting, he was sure it were his boys as they always do that over everything. He smiles to the thought of them plotting a takeover and puts his hands on his pockets for comfort, while he daydreams about it and is surprised to find that one cigarette @meinewellemeinstrand once gave him, in his left pocket.
"Well, would you look at that!", he says while he lets out a very loud chuckle. He had been so bitchy to her and now that silly gesture feels like a life saver and a sign that everything will go back to normal soon. His heart felt warm again and that was probably the best cigarette he ever smoked in his life.