I gaze up at the bright blue sky, the very same sky that held the memories of my fulfilled life. Smiling softly at the slowly changing, yet constant, presence that had watched over me my entire life. I felt glad.

Not only was my life long, but it was enjoyable. Watching the clouds slowly drift past, my memories do the same. The happy, the sad, the exciting, everything from as far back as I could recall floated in and out of sight.

I feel my body tense and ache as the scenes of graves unfold before me, the pain swells back as the face of my wife seemed to appear in the clouds. I didn't cry, I didn't feel like crying even if I could.

But I just continued to gaze.

Unlike the world around me, the sky was unchanging. Even if the color or shape changed, the sky would always be there to show me memories. From the time I wake to the time I fall back into unconsciousness, the sky would envelop me, showing me, reminding me, what I have experienced.

It never occurred to me that one day the sky would just stop.

Unlike everyday the sky had faded into a nothingness. Not only was there "nothing" there in a literal sense but also in a more spiritual sense. My memories had stopped flowing, there was no color, I couldn't sense the life that was present for as long as I had lived.

Before I knew it my vision grew blurry and the world around me warped, it was like I left that world.

I was in complete darkness.

I couldn't sense a body, but a barely intact mind.

As I float in what seems like empty space light suddenly fills my mind as I once again feel a body- a soul.

Vision then slowly blurs back into comprehension as the world slowly re-pieces itself through the slightly transparent helmet. Rows upon rows of theater-like seats face me, reaching much higher than where I was positioned.

Noise started to creep back into my mind as applause fills my eardrums.

Still dizzy a man walks up in front of me, once in front of me he stops and begins to speak. "Give another round of applause for our brave tester!" he shouts followed by more applause. With each individual sound my head pounds as it tries to make sense of what's happening.

The helmet slowly raises above my head automatically, sending the crowd's applause more violently into my skull. The man turns back to face me and offers a hand, it seems like hours before I muster the strength to raise mine enough to reach his. He pulls me up and out of the chair, holding my body upright as I face the crowd again shoving their applause through my pounding skull.

He raised his adjacent arm to signal a bigger man from offstage somewhere to grab me, and I was swiftly brought backstage as the booming sound of applause faded along with my headache.

When asked about my life, all I could answer was my name and a few odd details that seemed to come from nowhere. When asked who I was I responded with a firm "I do not know". When asked things like "where was I born" or "what was my favorite color" my mind would come up blank.

When asked "do you have a question for us?" I answered "does the sky exist?".