Solitude

by deltaproxzp

You woke up in this strange, pixelated world. You gather resources, you build a shelter, you dominate this landscape. But for what reason are you here? Or perhaps the question is, do you even want to be here? Isn't this what you wanted? Maybe there's more to it than what meets the eye.

I woke up. No sudden surge of energy or crazy upheaval. Just a slow, steady realization of life. Y'know, that seems really important for a situation like this, where I can't see or feel or smell or touch or taste.

Am I in the Asleep?

I stretch my hand out, feeling the drifting, blank space of the white void. Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? How do I get out? Am I going to die? When is the last time I changed my underwear?

I walk. The sounds of my sneakers coming in contact with the steep yet light floor reverberated across the room. Is it even a room? I don't know. Can I just go now? There's no point in me being here anymore.

Why do I keep walking? Maybe this road will never end. I will never end up with salvation. It's hopeless.

Eventually it lead to a end. A corner. There is no other place to travel. I sighed, resting my hand on the inanimate wall. Heat gathered at the palm of my hand, lifting my hand I saw a cube. A green, 3-dimensional cube flashed rays of turquoise as it transformed my world.

No longer is it a dull, white world where there was no end. Now, it's a fresh, new world. A fluctuating landscape flooded with various biomes. Domestic animals dominate the grasslands and the snow terrain. Squids inhabited the deep, baffling ocean. Sheep dwelled in the mountains that lead up to the sky. The glaring beams of the sun blanket the desert, making it a scorching-hot inferno by day, a frigid wasteland by night. Wildlife colonized the entire globe, but one thing is missing: civilization. There is no one in charge of this new world. I'm all alone, surrounded by the sounds of sheep chewing on grass and cows mooing, like I'm transported back in time. Back to when the Earth was just a hollow shell, where first life had just blossomed. Now I have a feeling in my heart. A new feeling of pride and leadership and independence I've never experienced before. Now, I'm in charge of my own world. Gales of wind blow by, granting the world a serene view of autumn leaves dancing in the current. Maybe this is my redemption. My second chance. Who knows? Maybe I will like it more than before.

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