Oblivion. This… is not something that should even exist in reality. It felt like a mockery of the self, a plague of one’s subconscious, as the endless vorpal storms of madness pulled her deeper into the “eye”, if it could even defined as such.

  Then… she actually remembered, this in no way can be reality, under any definition. She could not quite grasp what the “eye” even was, but admittedly, as her mind fought tooth and nail to even keep a form, she wasn’t exactly in a position comfortable enough to allow a careful assessment of the situation. All her strength was focused on remaining alive, for her whole to keep a shape, as this imaginary singularity spun with lascivious hunger…

  ‘W-What even is this… it looks hungry… for me?!’, she just got dumped in a vast expanse of shadows darker than the abyss from before, somehow, and if that was not enough, this black hole like thing was trying to rip her apart piece by piece.

  She barely even had memories of how human society functioned, but she had the feeling she’d be an incredibly unlucky one by their standards, if she miraculously found herself back in the world of the livings ever again… world of the ‘living’, is to put it brief, she was not even sure if this was the world of the ‘dead’. It felt more like.. a limbo.

  But she didn’t have any more time for thoughts or wishful thinking, as the pull she is desperately trying to survive, had just gotten more powerful.. her very ‘self’, slowly but surely, annihilated by… by…

  Just then, a memory bubbled up from deep within.. coffee.

  “The fragrant smell pervaded the room, as soft hands served her a cup of the warm, boiling beverage. She had always liked coffee… just before drinking it slowly, and that could even take minutes, she loved to observe the vortex that formed at its center, as she spun the drink with a teaspoon.

  She looked at it, lost in thoughts, imagining to be an explorer of the unknown, of the deep, seemingly bottomless spiral, to learn about the never known before, of perhaps, finally comprehending her role in this… dull life, as she held back the painful coughs that burned her lungs and made her bite her tongue so hard, she felt the iron taste of blood.. and as she took a sip of the beverage, the two mixed… blood and coffee… how morbid.”

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  She awoke from the memory with a gasp that alluded remembrance. She… must not fight the pull. That is what is hurting her… she spreads her arms wide, almost mimicking a bird… and the pull suddennly became gentle, warm, even if it morbidly shook her very soul and flesh… morbid… like blood and coffee.

  …

  Light. Her closed eyes, slowly fluttered open, as with a groan of protest, she sat up… trying to regain her bearings, the departed finally observed her current surroundings.

  To her surprise, it was not again a pitch black world or an abyss. It was a small room, with a very small window high up into the wall to her right. She was far from relieved, though. There was no feasible way a black hole that tried earlier to gobble her soul up, could suddenly take her to a… borderline empty and desolated room, that didn’t even have doors.

  She wondered, if she not had become utterly insane already and this wasn’t just her broken psyche trying to put the pieces of her barely significant existence, together.

  At this point, as grotesque as the thought was, she did not want to exclude any possibility… but that would mean, she shouldn’t be surprised of her sudden location through the help of outerworldy means, after all, she had been in flung down to the lowest pits of something worse than hell just befo—

  A knock. She hears… a knock. But there was no door, how could someone knock?

  She looked around almost panicked, as the knocks increased in intensity, the force behind each nearly rattling her bones.

  She wanted this insanity to stop… they came from every direction, every angle, bar from the very one where it’d at least make sense, the small window in the room, however, given the current situation, it seemed like an imaginary construct of her mind, given the knocks from every other directions, had become so strong, the whole room started to shake, and she held back a whimper of pain, as the knocks started to be felt in her head, with just as much force..

  Quiet. The knocks had stopped for a moment.. she almost could not believe it, as she fearfully looked around, crawling back against one of the walls and she gripped her head tight, sobbing quietly due to… this all.

  She did not understand, even if she wanted to.. her eyes were closed tight, afraid of the knocks that would return, as if that would have stopped them in any way.. what felt like an eternity, though, seemed to say otherwise. The frail girl looked up… and her vibrant eyes widened in shock and disbelief...

  The room just before had been empty, a plain small basement that reflected nothing but a dead ray of light against its dusty, web covered corners that seemed to reflect the currently broken and abused state of her mind, and yet… and yet…she pondered, as a cold shiver ran down her spine…

  ..Why was the once grey room…

  ..now so big, colorful and full of doors?