you fall from a high place. you wake up. it has always been this way.
at night you barricade your doors. the undead groan in protest. they want to come into your home. you cannot let that happen. it has always been this way.
the monsters that roam at night do not look like villagers. still, they seem familiar. this doesn't stop you from slaughtering them. it is self defense. it has always been this way.
you wander the world. it is enormous. you might never reach its edge. you are not sure such a place exists. it has always been this way.
there is a structure here you did not create. it is uninhabited, or else abandoned. hostile beings shaped like you wander nearby. it has always been this way.
you lose a battle. you wake up. it has always been this way.
the world is vaster than you imagined. there are more buildings you have no memory of. you begin to wonder if there are others like you beyond the distant horizon. there are only the undead who do not look like other lifeforms. has it always been this way?
you burn. you starve. you drown. you wake up. are there more undead than before? has it always been this way?
this place is unfamiliar, yet here is more evidence of previous settlement, and here is another monster wearing your face. do you know when you began? it has always been this way.