He looked around in utter confusion. Just where was he?

All he knew was that he was in what seemed like infinite space, but had a door.

He just couldn't remember what happened. He couldn't remember who he was, or where he came from. He just knew that he found himself here.

Well, he couldn't find out anything just by staying here. So he decided to move his feet. His walking felt. . . He couldn't understand it.

He got to the door and opened it. And here's what he saw.

Multiple objects flashing different bright colours at different but quick rates. It was starting to give him a headache. He closed his eyes, and he still saw the colours. His hands were on his head. He fell down to the floor.

And then, it stopped. He opened his eyes. The "lights" had turned dim, and were easier to ignore.

Gathering himself together, he walked further down what could now be recognized as a hallway. As he reached the end, he heard a cracking noise. He looked behind. The floor gave way to pitch black darkness, leaving him on the other side of the hallway. He then watched the opposite end of the hallway plummet down.

And then he came into a large, circular room. It looked like even more of a mess here, with missing tiles and walls that revealed more infinite pitch black darkness. He could notice many, many, many doors here. And many of them were visibly locked. The only three unlocked doors caught his attention easily, a bright white in contrast to the dull gray. He decided to open the middle door.

Then the right.

And then the left.

And what he saw behind each was essentially the same. A few tiles of flooring and then darkness. He decided to look further into the middle door. He stuck his head in, and then was suddenly pushed forwards. He saw himself falling towards the endless black and closed his eyes again. He felt the impact, a surprisingly light one.
He got up to his feet.

There was now a complete floor where there once wasn't. He looked behind, the door had shut itself. In front of him, there was another door.

Oh well, he might as walk onwards.

This better end soon. . .


And as he walked forwards, the previously covered ground silently descended back into darkness.



To be or not to be continued