It's dark and cold and so quiet.
And it feels like nothing and everything at the same time.
Dizzy.
"Where am I?" A small orb of light is asking while pulsing in confusion.
"In the void between worlds." A voice is heard from all around the little light.
"Why am I here?" The orb is trying to locate the new voice, but there is nothing around.
"You died." The voice said indifferently.
"I died? But I don't remember." That's impossible, right? Something like dying shouldn't be forgotten so easily.
"That's normal."
It can't be. But a strange feeling that the voice is telling the truth prevents the light from further questions on that subject.
"Who are you?"
"I am not important. However, you little one, have a decision to make."
The feeling of being closely watched makes the light uncomfortable, but the thought of deciding is even more so.
"What kind of decision?"
"You can choose to stay here and slowly be assimilated by the void, or I can send you to live again in a different world from the one you lived in before your unfortunate ending. What do you say, little one?"
The same monotone tone is presenting its options like it wouldn't care whether the light would decide to perish or to live again.
And why would it?
The light feels like it should be angry, but something is preventing it from feeling any strong emotions.
The strange state of calm is actually helpful, isn't it?
"I want to live. What kind of world are you sending me to?" Hopefully somewhere nice.
"Unfortunately, I can only send you to a world ridden by disaster and on the verge of its end. But you shouldn't fear, for you will receive a gift that shall help in your new life."
That sounds horrible. It should say no, but what other options does it have? To slowly be eaten by the void or a possible death by struggling in a new world.
What kind of bad luck is that?
"Alright." What else can it do than accept anyway?
"Enjoy your new life, little light." The voice said in a weird, happy tone.
The light feels itself losing its senses until the darkness fades and a pulling force is dragging it into itself.