As I look around I can see this place has no end, or beginning. Theres nothing, yet everything. The land itself flicks around as if alive but lifeless. Nothing binding or warm or cold yet, you could sense it was there. The endless cold felt familiar, and unknown. Where was I? What was i?
     I didnt know if I had died, or moved, maybe even both. This place had nothing but me and a faint howling wind distant but close. I wanted to go home, so I started walking. As I stepped the ground seemed to make a path for me. It was calling to me, it wanted me. It seemed this place was here for me, or because of me. What had happened, who were those people?
     I walked for what seemed like hours, I had no idea what time it was. As I thought of time, I heard a ticking, not loud, but it was there. I followed it for some time. It got louder, (tick tick ticK) I moved faster, (tick tick TICK) I started to run (tick TICK TICK) then as I turn a corner I slam into a grandfather clock right as it strikes twelve.
     Had the land changed to my will I wondered. I wanted to know. So I thought about my mother, I had always wanted to say goodbye. But as I did the rocks started to lift and mold into a big boulder, it happened so fast. As the rock had finished forming it just as quickly chipped itself apart into the shape of my mother. Lifeless and cold marble, just like the kind I had my last breath on. What was this place? What kind of world had I been transported to? What kind of Void.