You're still floundering. You hate that sensation, don't you? Helplessness. Not being in control.
You haven't answered yet. Do you know who you are? Do you know where you are? And are you sure that it's you who I'm addressing?
Heh. You're so conceited. Assuming that you're the sole beneficiary of my time. How do you know you are the only one reading this, the only one this is aimed at? Maybe there are many others, reading the same words, floating in the same world of white. Or maybe, you are the many.
Heheh. Just screwin' with ya.
So, I'll ask you one last time. And I'll make things clear.
Do you know where you are . . . Krad?