Darkness. No, that's not correct, but it wasn't white either, or yellow, or any color that could be understood by any mind ever having had the fortune or ill-fortune to form consciousness in this universe. Yet here I was, floating—or something—in a place that I can only describe as what blind people claim to see: not black, not white, just nothing. While thinking this, I went to look back on my life to remember how I got here. But suddenly a soul-chilling spike of fear crawled down my spine—or whatever counts as my spine—for even my body was just nothing. My memories are gone. No… wait, there—that is—but names, faces—they are missing. All that is missing is replaced with the same nothingness that is surrounding me.
Then a tsunami of rage rolled and crashed in and over me. I had already lost so much… wait, what did I lose? Though this question flowed into my mind, it did not stop my rage one millimeter. All I know is that I lost so, so much. I know unbearable loss—so much that I'm in wonder how I lived as long as I did, however long that was. Then again, maybe it was exactly because of this anger and the sudden resolve that rocketed through his body and soul—a resolve to never ever lose anything precious to him ever again.
As soon as that thought—no, as soon as that oath, a soul-binding oath—crossed his mind, the rage was suppressed and condensed into something new, something undefinable. Though it was something he did not understand, he used it—used it with all his body, his soul, and whatever else he could scavenge up from his body of nothingness—and fought back. Back against the loss, against whatever evils he had faced, and most of all he fought back against the all-consuming nothingness.
And there he sat in a seemingly endless battle against nothing. He lost track of everything; it could have been one second or one hundred million years, and he did not care. All he cared about was not losing anything else. There were many times when he thought he might fail, but then he felt his condensed rage—or rather the new soul that encased his original soul, keeping in all that makes him him. And he found a way to move on and overcome, and that is what he did again and again and so on.
After an interminable amount of time, he finally noticed something new in the void of nothing. It was faint at first, but in a void of the same it was blinding. A silver tint slowly grew stronger and stronger until it was all that he could see, touch, hear, and taste. But the most relieving thing that came from this change was that nothing was fighting against him anymore. In fact, it seemed that the silver light was helping him, keeping everything together. He slowly released his death grip—well, his grip on himself—and as soon as he fully let go, he fell into complete and utter darkness.
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Author note
Story just for fun when bored and it's my first time ever witting a novel so yah