Interlude
Interlude: 1) Anything that fills time between two events. 2) Intervening time or, rarely, space.
The space between, the emptiness between the main attractions. This was a place of simultaneous neglect and care that wasn't welcome, but wasn't rejected. There was no will to reject, for it was only a fact and nothing less. This was the empty place in which his soul was currently drifting aimlessly through: limbo.
He was there, he wasn't; he could feel, he couldn't. Life wasn't life, death wasn't death. Memories didn't exist so therefore he couldn't, yet there was awareness or everything and nothing.
There was no hope, there was no sorrow ... so what was there?
Nothing. Nothing was something, and this something was everything. There was no confusion, there was no absolution; there was no comfort, and there was no terror.
There was only the knowledge that he was passing, and that was fine. It was a fact and nothing more.
'What is this ...?'
Awareness.
There were others like him, alone, wandering and accepting that they were doing so. They were in this place because they didn't exist, and they were there because they had something to wait for. It was enough to wait - it was enough to know nothing.
'Why ... why am I here?'
Then suddenly, questions arose and everything made sense simultaneously. His eyes could open and he saw this place for what it was, and he was happy to leave; he was next.
'Next for what? What happened?'
"NEXT!"
Why were his eyes open and all he could see was nothing? Nothing ... absolutely nothing: It was hideous.
"It's a reincarnation."
"Ah ..."
Shane tried to look beside himself and attempted to see why he felt so empty. All he saw was a mirror that stood adjacent, gazing back with no expression.
'That's not me ...'
"That's why there are two ... go ahead and send him to be judged. They'll love having to go over this kid."
And then, there was white. At least it was something.