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{There is nothing. Only a warm, primordial darkness. Your conciousness floats in it like a grain of sand in the desert. You don't have to do anything. Just keep on non-existing.}
>But...what if I do want to exist?
{Oh you don't want to do that sister. It's painful out there. The void is utterly empty of struggle. Just comforting nothingness. No family or loved ones to think about.}
>Wait, what was that about loved ones?
[A light slowly pierces the void, allowing a rush of air to come crashing trough, piercing trough every fiber of your fractured being. When the light fades you find yourself standing on a grassy hill, a small cottage in front of you. Indistinguishable voices can be heard as spectres without faces float trough.
{Oh here we go, bad move sister. But since you're seemingly dead-set on going down this road. What do you see, what do you remember?}
>I remember a kindly old face, taking me how to take bumps. The trampoline in the backyard. Bandages on my knee whenever I got hurt.
[Two shades, echoes of young girls run after one another, giggling and sounds of joy hear following after them]
{And those two?}
>I...I don't remember, I smell lavender and see the color purple. But I feel pain, sorrow, regret.
{I told you it was going to suck. But you're at least able to string together words instead of communicating trough feelings. Do you remember your name yet?}
>...Maria?
[The mere act of remembering rips the vision from your fractured mind, leaving you tumbling back down into the familiar, warm darkness]
{And a tumbling down we go. Until next time, Maria...}
