Darkness.
That was all I could see. No lights, no buildings, no people. Just the cold, judgmental dark. Yet I sat down on the liquidly yet solid ground and laid there with my eyes closed, embracing the slience.
Time must have passed but I had no way of knowing and if I did, I would have done nothing.
I then heard a startup nosie, coming from my right, confused, I slowly open my eyes and turned my head to my right.
I saw a retro video game cabinet with a light shinning down on it, and In front of a large sewer drain with trash bags, surrounding it.
The longer I looked at it, the larger my buried curiosity grew until soon I was slowly walking over to it with slumped shoulders, ignoring the trash I stepped on and garbage bags around me as I walked.
I soon reached the cabinet and looked on the screen, on it laid a boy with Korean white skin, who looked no younger than eight or nine years old, standing perfectly still. He had a couple of healed scars around his face, with some bandages around his face, black unkempt medium length hair, and dead-pan eyes with heavy eyebags. His face perpetually a neutral expression.
The person on the screen was me.
The cabinet started violently shaking in regards to me realizing that I was on the screen. I just stood there watching it, with no intent of moving.
The shaking gradually grew more and more violent until I felt my consciousness fading but in my closing eyes, I felt a sucking force from the cabinet before my consciousness completely faded.
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This does not mean I'm back, I just dreamt up something.