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I think I’m dreaming.

I think I’m seeing something strange.

There’s nothing here.

A world of nothing

extends.

Just a horizon of nothingness...

I wonder if there's anything outside this dream.

I think I’m seeing something there in the nothingness,

but I might be seeing things.

A wall.

A wall between the nothingness and…

and? Is there something here other than that?

Than… that?

There’s something here.

I can’t see my reflection in this lightless dream.

I might be able to find something on the outskirts of this dream, if I look for it.

There could be a wall to this dream, and I could press my fingers against it and scan for an exit.

A hole in the wall. Maybe there is one.

Someone’s here. Someone's with me inside

my dream.

I hear a voice. It feels strange, like some cruel intent, a punishment raised down from heaven. I feel my spine curl, and a voice other than my own whispers, “darkness throngs through here.” But I don’t know what it means. “There is no light that can extend far enough to reach those walls—those walls that contain us.”

I’m very confused.

I feel like yelling in confusion.

If there’s an echo, I’ll know there’s a wall.

I scream.

There isn’t an echo.

There’s silence.

It’s like          hey, where’s the echo?

I think… the echo is delayed because

don’t you think so?

Who am I talking to?

Any minute now.

“AAAAAAAAAH!”

That scream will echo back, I know it.

There's something here. A wall. A person. Something.

I'm certain.

I’ll be here waiting.

I’ll be waiting for this response from myself.

I’ll be waiting.