All I can see is colour. Colour that changes. Not like irreversible change, like the way paper can burn or your ice cream can melt on a hot day. Imagine looking at a rainbow, over and over again, top to bottom. A voice calls out to me, coming from everywhere. A figure appears. It says, "Answer some quest... honest..."
"Ok." I say.
"Grab any finger on your left hand. Which digit did you grab?"
"Umm... Middle."
"It's a weekend, but nobody will play with you. What do you do?"
"Huddle in a corner..."
"Do others tell you to watch you say?"
"No!"
"Do you sometimes think you are dull and overly cautious?"
"No way!"
"When the going gets tough, do you get going?"
"Nope!"
"Someone says that you are weird but funny. How do you feel?"
"Happy. Don't really care much."
"Your friend fails to show up for a meeting at the promised time. What do you do?"
"Wait patiently."
"Can you sincerely thank someone when you are grateful?"
"No..."
"Are you a boy or a girl?"
"Girl."
"You must be a Psyduck."
"Wait wha-"
"Goodbye." Everything turns black.