When you fill a void,
       isn’t the void still there?
    -Martin Rubin

Its cold… it hurts… my head hurts… everything hurts… yet…

I can’t feel anything…

Did I get kidnapped? What happened to me?

Who am I?

I don’t remember my name…

Where am I?

It’s so dark I don’t see anything… yet it feels like I’m looking at everything.

I can’t feel my body anymore… yet I can move my limbs.

I feel like I’m floating in nothingness… yet it feels, like everything.

Why am I here?

I remember going home from work.

It was almost midnight when my shift was done.

I remember crossing down the road…

The last thing I could remember was just a bright light…

A-am I dead?

Can I finally rest?

What do I do now?

Do I stay here forever?

As I was having such thoughts, a blinding bright light suddenly appeared in the corner of my eye, if I do have one.

The light gradually became less blinding so I can finally look at it properly. It slowly reached its way to where I am, and I can finally see what I am looking at. It was an orb, its size is smaller than my fist.

As if it’s calling for me, I reach out my hand to grab it. When I touched the surface of the orb, it felt warm, all the pain from my body disappeared as if it has never been there.

This feels familiar, this peace, the calmness.
It… It reminds me whenever I am sculpting, all alone by myself, happy.

Suddenly the light from the orb flashed brighter than it ever have been. I try to let go of the orb, but I can’t. My hand is stuck or rather, I can’t move my body as if I’m paralyzed. Then the whole darkness turned white as I fell unconscious.