1.
It's been years. Decades. Centuries? I don't know. The void offers nothing in the way of time. It exists outside of that plane, and so time is irrelevant here.
I've spent so long.. so long searching, gathering, finding the pieces of myself scattered across space and time.
Slowly, it's gone so slowly, putting myself back together.
I had forgotten this feeling. I had forgotten all feeling.
The void is numbing.
These sensations, this… existing… it all feels so new.
I've existed before. I know I have. The void, though. It drains feeling so completely, I had forgotten it existed.
Hands. I have hands now. Legs. Limbs. Joints. Bones.
I'm solid. I'm real. I exist again. I'm free. I can open the door.
I can walk out into the Underground.
I can exist again. It's wonderful. I'm real. I'm alive.
But I have one question.
Who am I?
2.
Who am I? This question plagues me. Who am I?
Why don't I know. I know I knew before.
I know I knew when I left… left what? What did I know? Why can't I remember?
Why is everything so strange? Why don't I know what's going on? I feel like I should.
Do I even exist? I think I do. But.. I get the feeling I don't.
Why is everything here so familiar? I've never seen it before. Have I?
I'm smart, I think. Or whoever I am is. I can figure this out.
3.
Where did all this knowledge come from? Why do I know so much?
I don't know anything, and yet I do. My brain is working, thoughts keep coming, filling my mind, and I'm straining, trying to keep up.
The thoughts seem so real, but yet so fake, like they aren't mine.
Why do I feel like I know them? Whoever they are. Why does that house look familiar? Why am I drawn to these skeletons?
Why does only one of them seem to notice me.
Why doesn't he see me? It's like he knows I'm here, and yet knows I'm not.
He looks right through me.
But he's aware of me. He looks through me, but at me.
He hears the sound of my feet on the snow. Who is he? Does he know who I am?
4.
Never forget. Why did he say never forget? Is that what I've done? Have I forgotten something?
Something important? Why is there a thought tugging at the back of my mind?
What does it want to say?
Does it know?
Does it know what I've forgotten?
Why do no monsters notice me? They never touch me, the go around me. I'm solid. But they don't see me. My actions don't touch them.
Like I don't belong here.
What's wrong? Why is it like I don't exist?
I'm real, I'm here. I know I am. I can touch things. I can hear. I feel. I get hungry. I taste the food I eat.
But the food's still there. I know I picked it up. I felt it in my hands. I saw it, chewed it, swallowed it.
My actions aren't affecting this plane. It's like I exist somewhere not here.
What did I forget?
5.
Who am I?
I'm no one.
Who was I?
I was no one.
Where am I?
I'm nowhere.
So this is what it's like.
To live in this world.
To live in a world where I don't exist.
I existed somewhere before.
I can't remember where.
I tried to get back.
I couldn't.
I want to exist.
I don't.
Who was I?
Who am I?
I don't know.