[@Polybius] [@Pyromaniacwolf] [@DocRock] [@Voltus_Ventus][hr][h3]Prelude[/h3]
"When you call out into the emptiness, you find that it is either you that has not made a sound or it is this place that did not carry it. Instead there exists only the uncanny expanse, which in itself is devoid of even the faintest of sound, being made up of deafening silence. Perhaps here this is a place without, for as you attempt to find yourself, you find that you are without too. Nothing comes of the wandering thought to search your own person, which twists only more strange as you attempt to drive to action the feeling for the seeming surface below you. Not only is there nothing there, for while you may think, it appears you cannot so much as do."

"Seemingly cast into the ether, it is becoming more troubling that you are not but your own thoughts. Which leads you back to the questions you grasped for earlier, fumbling with these fundamentals. You remember not your name just as you do not your figure or features. All of them presumably consumed by the depths, leading to you here in the shallows with the eerie tide of fog. It becomes more urgent yet again to discern these essential aspects of yourself or like flotsam they, you, might disappear altogether."