another-default

He found himself surrounded by pitch black emptiness and a¬ feeling of loss, like something had been taken from him unjustly. "Where am I?" his voice echoed into the perfect darkness. He tried to orient himself, but he couldn't. As far as he could tell, he was in a total void. There was no sound but his own breathing. It was the kind of silence that surrounds you with an invisible veil, and starts at you from behind its hidden curtain, the kind that makes you feel uneasy, even thought there’s nothing to be uneasy about. He tried to remember what happened last, but he couldn't. He did remember being in a coffee shop, and leaving, but