As you recognize the figure standing in the void, a wave of dread washes over you.

It's someone you used to laugh at when you were younger, a memory from your past that you'd rather forget.


The weight of your own actions bears down on you, and you feel a surge of guilt and shame.


Fearful that this stranger might notice your past transgressions, you start to experience a meltdown.
Panic takes hold, and your mind spirals into chaos.

Your breath quickens, your vision blurs, and your heart races.


The stranger, unsure of how to comfort you, simply stands there, a silent presence in the void.

His words are a repetitive echo, "I am here."

He doesn't judge or condemn you for your past actions; he does not recall your existence, only offering presence.

In the midst of your meltdown, you notice something peculiar in the stranger's demeanor.

There's a recognition in his eyes, a sense that he sees a part of himself in you.

He understands the struggles you've faced, the isolation you've endured, because it's his life.


Yet, he remains hesitant to approach you, unsure of how to bridge the gap between your two worlds.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of your emotions, you fall unconscious and collapse to the ground.

The stranger stands there, staring at you with the same uncanny stare you've carried with you your entire life – a reflection of your shared experiences, your shared isolation, and the enigma that has brought you together in this strange, surreal void.



Dawn of the New Day