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*Tink*
In this place without time or space, I don't know how long I've existed on my own. Those things which kept me going, if only for a little while...hope, dreams, sadness, love, longing, regret, they left me long ago.
For a while, I tried just counting. There was nothing else to do. It was something to pass the time. I lost track somewhere in the thousands.
Sometimes I try to remember where I left off, but it never feels right.
How long have I been here?
That murky question can't be answered. I am surrounded by darkness all around. Caged in a prison of glass which reflects nothing but my own despair.
Nothing...Nothing...Nothing...
I don't even think I can remember how to speak anymore. At some point, this place became too quiet and I screamed myself hoarse in my mind.
But no matter how much I cried for help, no one came.
The little hand-mirror the System God left me, helped tell time for a while. I could vaguely guess how long it had been outside from observing the length of people's hair. However, after a few glimpses of the hatred people hold towards me for "stealing" the final boss of Tiendas City, no more images came. I want to throw away the mirror, shatter it into pieces for abandoning me to this darkness.
But then I would truly be alone with no hope of light. So, I keep it clutched tightly in my numb hand, always within sight.
Just in case...
Oftentimes I think about nothing. Just lie here, drifting in the void.
Not like I have much choice.
There is no sun or moon.
No day, only night.
At first, I entertained the notion that help might be coming. That the System would be fair and free me. Or that maybe the System God would take pity on me.
Gradually those foolish thoughts were proven unfounded. I am a Lost Soul, frozen in the river of time. Separate from all else. It's like being encased in ice.
Except instead of the burning pain of something, there is nothing. I can't feel anything real...just...exist. Float here forever.
I'm going insane, aren't I?
How many times have I thought that?
Wait...we're thinking with words!
HOLD ON TO THEM! REMEMBER HOW TO SPEAK!
I try my hardest to keep talking to myself. This rare chance where my consciousness has returned does not come often. Lately, I don't even know what human speech is like at all. I just think in terms of images, or don't think at all. It's the worst feeling ever, like my very self is disappearing.
Yet even then, I continue to exist.
The System God lied to me.
He told me, he would erase me.
But he did something far worse.
He let me live...
*Tink*
I'm hearing noises again.
*Tink*
Stop it...I know it's not real!
