NOTICE: THIS IS A POST IN A SERIES OF AN ORIGIN STORY, YOU CANNOT INTERACT WITH THIS CHARACTER YET
(FOR MORE INFO ON WTF IS GOING ON HERE, READ THE LAST 3 "Survivor of nothing" POSTS I MADE)
Everything hurts. I am in pain. I'm lost here, adrift in the cosmos and I don't even know who I am. Or where I'm going.
Names. There's a thought. Names are a classification, that are given to one by others in an attempt identify that one. What's mine then? I'm not sure.
Not knowing that hurts more for some reason. I feel two kinds of pain it seems. One in my limbs, the other in my chest. One makes me scream, the other makes me cry. That's if I had any Dihydrogen monoxide, which I don't. Who did this to me? I know it must've been someone. They made me feel this pain. Why does knowing that make me, angry? Now I'm hot?
Am I even real? Can I be classified as living thing? I can't die so how could I be alive? Who am I? What am I? Where am I going? Does it matter? What matters?
He spent an uncountable time asking questions. He never asked a new question more than once. He asked questions, because there was nothing, and no one, around to answer them.
Another Vision. Why so many? Waves. I see waves. Vibrations. Machines, they make the waves. The waves dance together, change each other. I don't understand. What do these visions mean? Why I am getting them? What do I know? How do I think? I don't remember anything.
In the last few ten thousand light-years in his journey he comes up on a galaxy. He notices something strange about it. What he can see.
It's my visions, I see them. But not in my mind, by in my eyes. This galaxy, it's constructed of these waves. I will be colliding with it soon. The gravity will drag me the rest of the way, I can feel myself slightly accelerating.