It was as if I had not existed. Had I been dead? Was I alive now? What had happened to make me forget…everything? A monumental amount of time seemed to pass me by, but it was all the same. It stood still. Nothingness was all that I was, and nothingness was all around me. I could not feel and I could not sense anything. All was dark, and the darkness was all I had. No body, no voice, and no me, which made me wonder if I was nothing more than a soul. At first, I was just a little anxious. Something inside told me that this was not how it used to be, how it should be, and that it would not always be this way. For now, the sinister nothingness was where I existed. No senses, only thought. I was alone, with only my thoughts for company. No pain, no mourning, no wants or needs. It was just absolute nothing. It would have been almost tranquil, aside from my ever-so-slowly mounting panic. I was not small or large, corporeal or ethereal. I just…was. I did not question this. There was no need to.
