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There was nothing.
…
That was a lie.
She didn’t know if there was nothing, because she’d never know. As she was something, and a something can’t come back from nothing. Otherwise, how would it be a something? The answer was that it was always something. There was no nothing, simply the lack of something.
...Right?
So why was she thinking this? She should be enjoying the something that there was. There were Trees, completely branchless, grass, filled with nothing, not even flowers and sunshine, so bright but still so cold to enjoy.
She enjoyed it. And then, she was bored. The grass faded through her arms and legs as she touched it. The trees were simply two masses, one on top, and one on bottom with little texture. How was she meant to enjoy this for longer than a few minutes?
…
She hadn’t been here for more than a few minutes, when she thought about it. There were no clocks, and the sun wasn’t moving whatsoever, but it still seemed like time had gone by. And yet, it hadn’t gone by for very long. Why was she here? Who brought her here? What was this? Why did it exist?
Why did she exist?
…
Then, she felt it. Her body, deleting itself, her very physical form reversing back into the nothingness, no, the otherness of before. Of the world, if you could call the 2-dimensional image book that, before she’d been there. But how did she know that? Why did she know that? Why did she know so that, when she'd just been created? How did she know about creation? How did she know she existed? How did she know... anything? And-
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A̴̧̗̝̬̋͂͛̾̿͜n̷̪͓̜͚̥̍̊̀͌͘b̴̛̟̘̟̫̣̂̽̽͝-̶̡̛͓̙̝̼̈́̏͋̔
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There was nothing
…
That was true.