As the darkness fades into the light,

He lays stranded in a sea of nothingness.

Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and most importantly, nothing was in sight...

He was stuck in this...blankness.

'Was it this way...? Or maybe over there...'

He would wander in thought, wondering when this nothingness would end.

However, he was beginning to think there was no end.

No higher power, no other light.

It was just him.

No one was around him. There was no familiar noise or aroma.

Not even one...not even one...

There was just him, and blankness.

Soon enough though, this void world would become his home. Where he will roam, stay hidden, shrouded in the blank.

He was alone anyway.

Even if he had chosen the other world, he would still remain himself.

He was different.

No. That was the wrong word.

He knew too much. It was too much to handle.

It hurts.

It hurts to remember.

He stays roaming...wandering...

Wondering when it's the right time to resurface himself.