Later that day...
Now that I'm awake again—and clean. Yes, clean. It feels good to be clean. Hygiene is important, after all. People should always remember to stay clean; it's mandatory. But that's not the point of this very important talk. Yes, it is important. No, I'm not making this up, so shut up, listen, and don't interrupt.
Alright, so as you all know, my mom—my mother—took me outside earlier, and I saw what this place looks like. And I've confirmed it: I'm not on Earth anymore. Yes, it's official. How do I know? The freaking Sun is blue. Yeah, you heard me right—it's blue. Crazy, right? Though I have to admit, it's cooler than the one back on Earth. Literally and figuratively. Now that it's confirmed I'm not on Earth, I feel... relieved, but also lost. Mostly confused.
Confused because I'm pretty sure I didn't die. I was healthy—no heart attacks, brain aneurysms, or anything like that. Sure, I was lazy, but I still exercised 3-4 hours a week. So, no, I didn't have any major health issues. Which means... I'm just... here. Wherever here is.
Sigh. I just hope my family's okay without me. Yes, I have a family. Parents alive and well, four brothers, two sisters, and I'm the second eldest. Also, the most protected one. Why? Because I was the naive, innocent, happy-go-lucky kid who got into trouble all the time. I was almost lost three times, broke my arm, fell out of a tree and hurt my back, got into fights because people thought I was an easy target, and even got hit by a teacher once. Oh, and let's not forget the time I spilled boiling tea all over myself while carrying it down the stairs. Yeah, not great memories. Sigh. Honestly, remembering all that makes me think I might actually like it here more than being on Earth.
But let's put that aside for now. Okay, so I'm not on Earth. That much is clear. The question is: Where am I? Is this an alternate Earth? A different world altogether? A different planet in the same universe? Or a completely different universe? And the most important question: Is there magic here? If there is, how does it work? How advanced is it?
Magic, if it exists, would be the embodiment of the essence of this world. It's the manipulation of phenomena through mana or essence—something like that. It could range from lighting a small fire to summoning a storm of lightning to tear everything apart. At least, that's what I imagine it could be. Who knows? The possibilities are endless, and honestly, it's super freaking cool. Conjuring flames, freezing things, shooting lightning bolts—awesome. Making clones with magic? That would be next-level. I could be as lazy as I want, and no one would know. But to do any of that, I'd need to figure out how it all works. And for that, I need peace.
Peace of mind, that is. Because, let's be honest, I'm royally screwed up already. If you haven't noticed, I'm extremely unstable. I could go crazy at any moment. What's keeping me sane is the thought that this might just be one of my lucid dreams. Long story short: I must be dreaming.
This might sound weird, but for a while now, I've had this annoying itch at the back of my head. It's like ants slowly biting the inside of my skull. Okay, fine, I was joking about that. But seriously, what's up? Ah, the ceiling of this place is... wait, there is no ceiling. Huh? Wait, wait, wait. Moving my head around to observe my surroundings, I realize something: I can't see. Mom, your son is blind. Chris has been blinded. Chris can't see at all. There's something covering my head. Wait, no—Chris realizes he's being stupid. Flailing my arms around in an attempt to move them, but nothing happens. I'm completely still, motionless. I've achieved the state of being akin to a rock. I am the rock, and the rock is me. What the hell does that even mean?
I definitely need to think things through. Yeah, just need to think. Thinking is hard, but I won't give up. I'll keep trying until time runs out. So I wait and think, and think, while staring into the ever-growing darkness. It's like water soaking into a tissue paper—it just gets absorbed, seeping deep inside until you can't tell if the darkness is consuming you or if you're consuming the darkness. It's an age-old question: Do you accept the light hidden within the darkness, or do you reject it entirely—both the light and the darkness? After all, darkness exists in the absence of light. Some might wonder what this is all about.
And then, as you wonder, you'll see something at the edge of your vision that makes it all clear. It reads:
Chris used Bullshit. It's super effective. People are confused.
Chris used Hide. Chris has hidden himself away.
Chris used Sleep. Chris has fallen asleep. Zzz.