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Hmmm… Hmmmmmm… … … … Where was i? Well perhaps a better question is where am i? There is nothing around me but bright white that radiates with a formless intensity more akin to the absence of darkness than if there was an actual light shining on the blank expanse.
I screamed as loud as i could, trying to elicit some response from the colourless void… but nothing. I could hear my thoughts within my head but not feel any vibrations in my chest or the sound of my shouts and i wondered if it was because i was incapable of making sound or if there was nothing for it to resonate with.
I tried flailing my arms but there was no streching of my muscles, no impact when my limbs touched each other and even the sensation of touch was denied to me for i could not feel, my arms just couldn’t move past the point where they intersected.
The lack of distinction was maddening, no smell, no sound, no direction, no taste, no touch, no weight, no light, no darkness. The only sensation was the passage of time, kept track of by a repetitive thought in the back of my head.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

At first it was helpful, maybe pleasant even but as it continued to remind me of the only thing i could perceive it made the lack of all my other senses even more pronounced.
I wished for it to stop but the thought of now not knowing of time’s passage terrified me, i was afraid that if i did not keep track of the seconds then i couldn’t know if i had been thinking for a minute or for an eternity.
Oh. i had forgotten something. I waved my arms again, watching for motion in front of me and seeing nothing, slowly moving my hands closer to my face until they stopped each other from moving any closer and i began to truly panic.
I blinked a couple times to no effect, it was not that my eyes had already been closed or that the bright whiteness obscured everything that happened but that my eyelids did not seem to work properly.

They stopped where an eyelid would normally stop and i knew that they were what i was moving but there was no change in what i was seeing, no black depths one normally sees when you close your eyes, what if i had gone blind?
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I began to scratch at my eye sockets furiously, desperately trying to induce some kind of sensation in my eyes. Nothing happened though, the same difficulty that prevented me from touching my arms stopped me from touching my eyes or doing any damage to them and i fell into despair.
Of all the senses i had been robbed of by this cursed void i lamented my sight the most, how would i know if something had changed and i was free of this prision, if i had some of my other senses i could maybe use those but the belief that i could see had been the one temporary constant keeping my hope alive.
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It didnt matter if i could see, my sense of touch would be much better for guiding me out of this place if i had it i reassured myself, i was a fool for relying on it so heavily… maybe my sense of smell or taste would do it best, after all if even a small waft of something, or anything reached me than i could follow it out of here.
Hmmm… Hmmmmmm… No i would need my sense of direction above all else, otherwise i could just end up going in circles, though direction would mean nothing if i didn’t have the pull of gravity or the feeling of weight to my body.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

A single sound would be all i would need to follow though, it would need something to bounce off and that something could be a way out! Though even blind people can still percieve light sometimes, if i could just close my eyes and follow the light i could be free of this place easily, or perhaps in the absence of light the dark would work just as well.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Though honestly it would be easier to follow both the light and the dark if i could see, plus there’s the possibility that they do exsist i just can’t see them.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

It didnt matter if i could see, my sense of touch would be much better for guiding me out of this place if i had it i reassured myself, i was a fool for relying on it so heavily… maybe my sense of smell or taste would do it best, after all if even a small waft of something, or anything reached me than i could follow it out of here.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Hmmm… Hmmmmmm… No i would need my sense of direction above all else, otherwise i could just end up going in circles, though direction would mean nothing if i didn’t have the pull of gravity or the feeling of weight to my body.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

A single sound would be all i would need to follow though, it would need something to bounce off and that something could be a way out! Though even blind people can still percieve light sometimes, if i could just close my eyes and follow the light i could be free of this place easily, or perhaps in the absence of light the dark would work just as well.
Tick. Tick.
Though honestly it would be easier to follow both the light and the dark if i could see, plus there’s the possibility that they do exsist i just can’t see them.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

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