She screamed. But she could not even hear her own scream. Just an inaudible vacuum, a silent cry for help that fails to reach any expecting ears. Not even herself.
The silence felt eternal. As if it has been there, and will always be there for a very long time. For all eternity.
How she got here, she has no idea. She woke up to this- this vacuum, this nothingness as if she woke up on a normal Friday morning, unaware that she has drifted into a place void of any existence. She was just there, floating, unable to grab hold on to anything, because there was not anything at all. Did she even exist in this world where existence itself did not... Exist?
How could she call herself to be a being, if she could not even compare herself to another being? Another existing being. In her 'world,' she existed, simply because other things and other people existed. Everyone perceived her to exist. Now nothing can perceive her to exist.
"But surely, the fact that I'm thinking makes me an existing being?"
She managed to convince herself so, but with time that confidence lost its strength, and converted to a sense of resignation.
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