One
If you find this, welcome to this space. I can't really tell you why you're here, or how long you're going to stay, or really any of the big questions. However, I do want you to know that there's no need to panic. Even though you're stuck here, it's safe. This is a comfortable place.
My name is Erro, a former (I guess if anyone sees this) resident of this void and the only person that I know of. As you may understand, this place is your home for the next while, so I thought I would take advantage of my time and write you a journal about me. Everything I go through will be right here to read so you can understand this place better. Just... not anything on getting out. Sorry! I'm not interested in doing that. Not that I would really know how, either.I know that's weird, so please allow me to explain for your sake and mine.
From the moment I've been awake, this space has put hand over foot to give me everything I need. Mirrors, rugs, even the pen and paper I have were gifted to me after I dreamed about them. It was also nice enough to give me a dictionary, with every word I would ever need. That is what makes this space mine, and mine alone. There is nothing I need to do here, nothing that will come for me that I need to be scared of. The dark is infinite and hides both you and me from whatever is out there. This place cares for its people and it will care for you too, once you come along. I'm sure of it. This space is meant to help whoever is in it. This is a comfortable place.
Two
Hello again. It's nice to know you're continuing to read through this. Have you found comfort? A sense of solitude? I've been staring into the dark horizon for hours recently to meditate on the silence. It feels gray, kind of toneless. All one long stretch of nothing, but that's sort of the point I think. There's nothing really to focus on except for yourself, on the things running through your brain. I like to stare out and think about the ocean or the sky, or something as big as that. Something you can get lost in after a while. Then it all sort of snaps back to you in one rush once you feel your fingers again.
I always try to do this whenever I get the chance. The mind disconnects from the body in its mysterious ways to let me go far beyond the boundary. I see my blessings in their full view, surrounding me in my wishful space. Is it, I don't know, being not connected to yourself? Now that I think about it, that's almost the same feeling as being in water. As if I was wading across the ocean.
Sorry, I know this is all a little hard to understand. I can't really describe the feeling that well.
Why don't you look upwards and give it a shot?
Three
Seems as though I dozed off while trying that myself. That's alright. Think of it as a subtle gift I received. One of my favorite hobbies is dreaming about experiences, like swimming or waiting in a doctor's office. This time was a little different though, so I'm gonna write it down for you. You'll see why it's important.
I looked out into the black backdrop for a while until I slipped from my spot and floated past the perimeter. My vision was swimming, rotating around way past what my neck could stretch to. I tried to move my head, but it made me feel like I was in two places at once. I think it was lagging behind where my body was before I snapped back into place. I never knew I could be ripped apart like that. Eventually, everything stopped moving and I rotated just in front of my space. Two places were overlapping at one, two layouts in the same spots. Different furniture, different feel, both so strange to me. I was definitely there, I had definitely seen them, right? They were my space. Maybe it was the perspective I was in, or something like that, but it didn't seem the way I had always seen it.
I don't know how much time passed after that though. It felt like years, or seconds. My vision started to split into different thoughts about what I was seeing. Some made me want to cry, as if I had let go of something so dear to me. Another brought a strange new emotion for the color black, and another made me want to forget I was even dreaming. Water poured into my skull, through my lungs. The choking was awful. It. I can't really put my words on what I'm saying about this any more.
