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Deep within his mind Omi wandered on the borders of what was too fake to be real, but too real to be fake. Everything was just beyond his grasp no matter how hard he tried. So now he wanders aimlessly, not sure where to run, where to hide or what to do. He was lost within the bounds of his mind.

A grey mist seemed to fill the air yet he could not feel the dampness on his skin. He felt nothing but loneliness and fear. Where was he? How was he to get home? His surroundings were strange yet familiar.

"Hello...?" he asked aloud, though knowing there would be no answer. Just silence. "Can anyone hear me? Where am I?"

Silence.

Omi ran a hand through his hair, noting that he felt no pain. In fact... he didn't really seem to feel anything physical. There was no touch of his hair, there was no pain of the venom, there was no hoarseness to his throat. No physical feelings at all.

Omi sat on what he figured to be the ground, tucking his legs beneath him. And rested his head in the palm of his hand. He sat not looking at the blurry surroundings, but drifting off into the portals of his mind. Where was he? How did he get here? Maybe he was just dreaming.

He pinched himself... no pain. He was barely aware he had even pinched himself. But maybe he had just done it too lightly. He pinched himself again, but harder. Still no pain. Not even the feeling he had done so.

Suddenly a thought occurred to the young teen.

"Am I... dead?" he wondered aloud. That would explain a lot, yet... he didn't feel dead. Did dead people feel dead? Did they feel at all? After all... he couldn't really feel. Though he knew his emotions were still alive in him since he was scared and lonely.

It wouldn't really be a surprise to him if he was dead though. He had felt like he was slipping away. The venom made him hurt so much, and now there was no pain at all. He couldn't feel anything physical. So maybe he was dead after all.

Omi sighed heavily as he got to his feet again. He didn't really like the thought of being dead, but if he was then he had better get to know the place he was in and fast. He didn't want to just sit around moping if there was something he had to do or somewhere he needed to be. Or if dead people even had to worry about that kind of thing. He would find out though.

Slowly Omi began to start ahead, not sure where he was going. He merely needed to do something. Anything. He just had to take his mind of his dying. It was so depressing. Especially since he hadn't been ready to die. There was still much he had had in mind to do. Now he couldn't do them. Now he needed to start new goals. If dead people could have them.