"Me? Why me?"
"Well, if I'm going to be The Keeper some day then I'll need to know more stories."
"My stories work differently than the ones you tell," the hall begins to spot with blue blocks; some tiny, some large, some only an outline, while others full of the vibrant blue. "They don't happen in a single flow of time. It could start in the present, move to the past, conclude in the future, while all going on at the same time."
The blocks shatter around me filling my ears with their crystal-like sounds, reality seems to shatter with the crystals. I'm so panicked that my body aches, my stomach churns.
I try looking around to find something familiar, something to return to. I'm left staring at nothing and everything all at once. The silence is overwhelming. I open my mouth to speak but the silence eats my words.
I curl into myself in an attempt to comfort myself. I wish my mother were here with me. Anyone here with me.
I used to treasure my time alone, away from everyone and everything. The more I hang in the null, the more I ache for people. I want to see someone, anyone. I see them all around me and they aren't there at the same time. I want to see places, anywhere. My surroundings change environment to environment while being empty nothing simultaneously.
I can't even begin to fathom escaping this place. I want an answer but see nothing. Is there something here but I just don't understand it well enough to know it? What will I do if I can't escape here?
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