My feet carry on and on in what seems like a circle.
The blinding light enveloping me from all directions seems to stretch on forever.
Every one of my senses seems numb.
Whatever I'm walking on feels surreal. It sounds wet, yet none of that wetness finds itself sticking to my feet or causing me any feeling at all.
Despite the light burning brightly all around, my eyes do not hurt.
"Ahh…"
I can't mutter any words.
Reaching my arms into view, they're noticeably… strange?
They look and feel lighter. It even looks as if the light is clinging to my skin.
Words can't describe it, but something is wrong, very wrong.
"Where am I…"
My body doesn't feel cold nor does it feel hot.
Was I even alive?
Memories attempt to force their way into the front of my mind, but they're quickly pulled back down before a visible thought forms.
I don't remember how I got here.
No matter how far I wander, nothing gets closer.
Nothing changes.
Constantly turning my head, I desperately look for anything other than the light.
It doesn't bother me, the light, but there only being pure white light for miles makes me tremble slightly with an uneasy feeling.
I reach down and touch the floor.
"My body…"
It wasn't just my arms, my entire body seemed to soak up the light surrounding me.
Nothing covers my body but the bright light it rapidly consumes.
My head hurts trying to piece together a puzzle sitting before me where every piece is the same color, size, and shape.
Nothing makes sense, and for one way or another, that doesn't scare me.
Being here doesn't necessarily feel wrong, it just feels… new?
[No!]
"What?"
A voice, not mine, calls out in my mind.
With the voice comes a sense of familiarity.
[I-… I'm so… so sorry…]
Despite not being my voice, it feels like me.
"Hello!?"
The world around me seems to shrink, finally showing a finite size. Once a bright, vibrant abyss now seemed dim and small.
I stand still.
Despite not being able to physically see where it would end, I knew my feet couldn't carry me farther.
My body feels heavy, heavier than it ever had.
[It's my fault…]
"What is!? What's my fault?"
I call out to my own thoughts, knowing it would do no good.
Knees buckle to the ground as a warm sensation grows deep in my shoulder and opposite leg.
The warmth turns to familiar pain as a clear liquid drips down.
"Clear?"
Come to think of it…
Sure enough, my body is devoid of color. Had it been lost with the light, or had I just never noticed the absence of color til now?
The warmth disappears and leaves me void of feeling once more.
Something pierces my chest.
A foreign object, covered in a red mist.
"A… Sword…?"
Another one pierces my hip.
"Dagger…"
No pain comes, however their occupation of my body causes extreme, nauseating discomfort.
More and more weapons, coated in that same red mist, stab through my torso, arms, and legs.
Each one seems to come from a different direction with no wind up or time to react.
Dozens and dozens of holes form in my body as each new blade propels me into the air.
My body refuses to move as it faces the endless assault of melee weapons ripping off projectile properties.