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I’m suddenly aware of my consciousness, but not of time. I don’t know whether I’ve been continually here, my mind whirring, or whether there’s been a big gap. It’s impossible to tell. I only know that I’ve thought stuff before, and that I’ve thought it here, but not when. There’s no sense of time passing. I’m not even sure if it is. What if I’m dead? What if this is the afterlife?
No. There’s no reason why I should be dead. Is there? I try to think. Think back. But memory doesn’t seem to be a thing. It’s all images, flashing lights and signs. Nothing concrete. Nothing that I can...
Again, I become aware. Aware that I am. That’s the only way I can put it into words. I know it’s not the first time I’ve been aware, but I don’t know how many times came before, either.
A flash of orange.
