What I remember after waking up in the white....
It was like a brand new start.
A brand new chance.
But he had no memory of his actions.
He didn’t remember what he had done, or whoever he was.
He was simply here, without soul nor purpose.
So he sat here, and didn’t do a thing. And time, if it even existed, passed. What was he supposed to do? Why was he here? What was he?
Despair, fear…
Without soul, without colors, he could feel no thing.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
But he had yet to know that his life was going to finally take its turn…
When light finally reached his eyes.