"Oh hey.." she says "..you're back."
"Where am I?" I asked.
"I don't know, you tell me." she mocked.
I was in a void; I felt alone. There was no light whatsoever and I felt very cold. I can move freely across all directions, but it feels like every step I take will be my last step before I fall.
"Are you scared?" asked Deidra.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Why?"
"I don't know where I am."
she chuckled "How do you know that you are somewhere? Can't it be when you are? What are you?"
The ground fell, but was I ever stepping on something? The darkness kept growing bigger and bigger. I felt the voice move around me. Time seems to be irrelevant here.
"What are you?" I asked.
"Me? Nevermind me. You should ask yourself that."
What am I?
I remember, light. Nothing else came to mind except that this light felt very familiar. I don't see the light but some how I know it's still here, somewhere. I want to find it, I need to know where it is.
The void stopped moving.
"What's going on?" I asked.
No one replied.
"Hello." she said.
"Hello?" I replied.
"Do you know where you are?" She asked.
"No, but is this really a place? Time? State of being?"
"That's more like it."
What?
"Who are you talking to?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"You were just asking a question, who were you talking to?"
"I don't kno-"
"Nevermind that, follow me."
I followed her through the dark. I have no clue as to where I am going, nevertheless I feel like I know where I'm going.
"So, how was life?" she asked.
"Am I dead?" I asked back.
"Who knows, who cares."
"I do."
She disappeared.
"Deidra?" I called.
The void's now shrinking. I try to run away from it but it only got faster and faster and faster. The once found feeling of mine now turned to turbulence. I am lost, the forest is huge, the ocean's too deep, the ground kept getting smaller and smaller, the light I once remembered is slowly flickering away.
"Wait!" I exclaimed.
The void stopped.
"Yes?" a voice said.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"I don't know, you tell me." it mocked.
"Am I dead?"
"Who knows, who cares."
"What is death?"
"That's more like it."
I'm in a room. I don't know how to describe it, it's just a room.
"Are you dead?" it asked.
"I'm not." I answered.
"So you knew?"
"Yeah."
"So why were you so eager to find answers?"
"I was afraid."
"Of?"
"You."
"Who am I?"
I want to leave something behind. Something that will prove that I existed.
"Is that really necessary? We'll all be forgotten after all."
To an extent, yes we will. But like the forgotten before us, I want to leave a scar on this world.
"A scar?"
I should wake up.
"Hey..." it called.
"Yeah?"
"You've changed a lot." it pointed to the sky.
"What's that?"
"Wake up."