It was dark. Very dark. The blackness immediately met with my eyes the second they were opened, the cool touch from the ground spreading against my tossed over body. I wouldn't see anything, but could feel everything. The aching in my bones, the pain in my muscles, the harshness sting from my lungs as I inhaled. I couldn't remember any of the events that had happened prior to this event. What was I doing here in this place? In fact, what is this place in general? There was nothing that was giving a clear indication of what the mysterious area possessed, and unless I stood up, it would remain that way. Having to force my head upwards was a giant pain in the neck, literally. The burning sensation had me grunt out a painful growl as I quickly threw myself up onto my paws, to prevent it from continuing.
The pain lingered on even after I had risen to my feet. Having to hold my head low, I fought against the aches by breathing in deeply and exhaling softly. Each packet of air that transferred throughout my body were like knifes scratching around at my insides. I would only cringe as I breathed, hoping the agony would fade soon. After moments that felt like hours, the pain had subsided enough for me to have lifted up my head and examine the premises more closely.
From there, I had realized something; I couldn't see anything, because there was nothing to see. The void area of space that I was currently standing in was the only evidence that answered my question. There was nothing but black. The entire area seemed to be a pointless spot in an unknown place. No colours, buildings or bushes. No trees, grass, or sun. No sky either, for that matter. As if the entire world was deleted, there was nothing there. Nothing but myself.
Glancing down to gather my thoughts, I noticed the flooring I was standing upon. Air. There was no floor, yet there was a surface. Was it invisible? Was the air so dense, it was keeping me upright? Or perhaps, I was falling so quickly it felt as if there was nothing there to experience? I shook my head once. If anything was to be concerned about, it was not how I was "standing in thin air". It was why I was in an area that supposedly allowed you to do so.
Beginning my long journey forward, I began to take steps. One step turn into two, which multiplied into four. Eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four. I continued to tread on for what seemed to be an eternity. Nothing new came up into my view besides more black, as if I wasn't even moving and was only accomplishing the task of walking in place. Now, I became desperate. I started to pick up the pace. From a walk to a trod, followed by a run, then a full sprint in the same direction. With my heart full of failing determination, I only pushed myself further into my poor reassurance that I would run into a spot of colour if I ran fast enough. If I ran far enough. Hours flew by, and the same scenario replayed. Nothing but black. The echo from my footsteps hitting on top of the invisible pavement began to drive me towards the point of insanity. Stopping to catch my breath, I roared out in absolute confusion and desperation. "Where the heck am I!?"
Everywhere I turned, I saw only the same thing. I felt helpless. Worthless. Lost. I was beginning to slowly lose my mind. I only saw black, with my eyes opened or shut. Was this what I was forever cursed to? A random purgatory state of inky blackness without any remembrance on how I got there? There was no way out... No way out...