Narrator- Conversation between boy and ___
Boy: "What is this place?"
___: "Oh, nothing special. What do you think it could be?"
Boy: "Well, it's weird."
___: "And what makes you say that?"
Boy: "Everything is so different. Look, I need to get home. I was just on a walk. I can't remember anything from after I left my house. Please, sir. Could you come out and tell me where I am exactly?" The boy laughed off his crawling anxiety
___: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you. Now, what is it that is weird? I don't seem to understand." The voice changed the subject in an instant.
Boy: "There's an eerie glow to it; I don't know if it's good or bad."
___: "There can be both here. Would you like to explore?"
Boy: "What kind of bad things are there?"
___: "Well, why not just see the good things?"
Boy: "But the bad things will still be there, just ignored."
___: "I guess you are quite right. Then continue to see both as are."
Boy: "Sir, you never answered my question. I don't think I can move forward if I don't have an answer.
___:"I don't have an answer."
Boy: "What?"
___: "Somethings in life don't have an answer. You can't live life without moving forward, even when there are terrible things you don't know yet. Sometimes you need to move forward anyway."
Silence.
___: "Don't look so sullen! People will be with you along the way," The voice cut off as if it had said too much.
Boy: "Who?"
___: "Oh, I can't answer that! What you must find here will determine that answer! Only you will know those who will stay with you when you have nothing left and the dark..." The voice trailed off. It seemed to be frustrated with itself.
Boy: "It seems maybe I'm a bit lost."
The boy searched for answers in-between the voices' sentences, ignoring his thoughts, annoyed with something the voice had said; it seemed to have assumed he didn't have anything left in life. But in reality, the boy had plenty of things left in life. He still needed to do everything his mother had wanted him to accomplish. The boy's everblooming curiosity pushed down a wave of anger.
___: "Lost? Then search!" The voice roared, happy to move on. "Search for whatever it is that you lost!"
Boy: "Well, I'm not sure what I've lost."
___: "Is that so? It must be well hidden..." Again the voice seemed lost in thought.
___: "Hidden..."
___: "Something that has been hidden away will always be found. You must prepare for the storm coming as a result of its discovery."
Boy: "Alright now, what the hell does that even mean? Stop being so damn figurative with me; this isn't fucking English class. I've tried to be polite. Can't you shut up and answer my damn question?" At this point, the boy thought he would hear another cryptic sentence, but it never came.
He never came back.
Maybe he never existed to begin with