Darkness... Complete and utter darkness. No more. No less.
For three days now I have wandered these lonely plains. Am I really here? If so, how did I get here? What is 'here'? These and another thousand questiona haunt me on my journey. My memory... seems to have been lost, if ever I had one. The only way that I know of my own existence is the pain shooting up and down the newly awakened nerves in my legs. That is... that is, if I have legs. I cannot see: Am I blind? Am I actually here? Is it possible I am not even awake?
  No. I cannot accept that. The questions must stop. I must go on. I do not know why. I feel it in my marrow, deep inside. I cannot stop. Even if I wanted to, I cannot recall how. It is lost in the twisted nexus of memorues swirling and mixing at the back of my consciousness, popping and flaring momentarily in my mind, like a thousand tiny fireflies dancing in and out of my aching skull. If I have a skull, that is...
  Suddenly, a horizon appears... the only distinction between the earth and the sky - a faint white glow. The glow swells, revealing fields and meadows on all sides, before vanishing, leaving nothing more than rapidly fading flashburn to remind me of what I saw. Now I remember... that glow is what I was journeying to. The image it portrays to me each time it reses has been different. Fields of green. Blistering deserts. Cold hard stone.
  "That is the only thing that keeps me sane..." I say to myself, before I remember, that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.
  The darkness descends around me. Never having left, of course, but teasing my mind. Continually retreating and coming forth, taunting me to the point where despair is all that I know exists for certain. The darkness is against me. Attacking my mind with every thought I have, driving me insane, laughing at my futile attempt to cross this vastly impossible plain.
  Wait... this time it is different... I am aware of a second faint glow. I turn. Behind, I see that I was indeed not walking towards the light, but away from it. I turn back. Then the light fades once more. In the dim light, I had caught a glimpse of my feet. The flesh had been vexed by the constant darkness being pressed against them... day after day...
  The glimpse reminded me. How to stop. I sit. I lie. I sleep...

The Darkness fades.

  I awaken, in a vast jungle. I look down at my legs. On either side of my left leg is a pair of giant puncture marks. I remember. That snake. Where did it go? Am I finally awake?
  I look around, expecting to see something. Nothing. Nothing but vast greenery. No animals. There is still no sound. The faint ringing that haunted me in the darkness continues. Something is once again wrong. I feel once again the sensation of being trapped, having no way out. What’s the difference? So I’m in a jungle? So What? I am still captive in an endless plain. I may have my sight, but what is the point? I would much rather trek blindly forever than to continue, able to see my prison, with no bars, the horizon taunting me, farther ahead of me with every step I take.
  The trees start to twist over my head, forming a sort of cell. I look down at my legs once more… but they are no longer. The shade envelops my body once more. Once again I feel helpless. The darkness around me starts to crack. It shatters, revealing the fields around me once more. My eyes are open. I can see. I stumble forward. I fall. My hands grasp the grass with delight. I am dripping with sweat. For the first time, I know of my realness. I stand up straight with renewed strength and hope.
  I gaze around the landscape. Trees… rocks… plants…… I don't believe it... WATER!
  I race to the river on my right and dive in, not caring how cold or hot it may be.
I am greeted by a rush of frigid pain. The water freezes my entire body. Most people would be taken by fear of the water, of being swallowed, but not I. I welcome the limitless rush of cold. The first thing that has made me feel truly alive… the pain… the pain… is ignored. I begin to swallow water, finding no need of the air. I have walked for days, breathing in and out, but was that air? Is there such a thing as air? Is air merely a lost and unneeded memory buried deep in my subconscious, giving me more reason to live. Do I need to breathe? I have done it for as long as I can remember, but why? Comfort? Habit?

  I emerge from the water, refreshed, as a lost traveller in the desert would, per chance that he found an oasis. My newly-reformed muscles tighten, life force filling my body with amazing energy. Revitalised, I continue on my journey, from nowhere, to nowhere, If even I am here.

… … … … …

  My heart is beating fast as the trees rush past my head: closer, closer, it’s getting closer… the fear… the pain… NO! It will not end like this! I have not wandered for days blindly in a desert to be eaten by this… this thing! With its large paws… no… claws… and its flattened ears, stalking me in the dim light of this forest. This was the first of many. Every time I awaken the forest is denser, more plants… more animals… no more of my kind. My experiences with pain have taught me well. I can run like this for days, ignoring the agonising erosion that the ground subjects to my feet. My sense of hearing, newly rekindled, is sharper than ever, able to hear a coconut drop from several miles away. Coconut… where did I get that word? Another relic of a forgotten life, embedded in my memory but yet having no meaning or purpose. I stop, and feel a sudden wave of heat come over me as my fatigue catches up with me. This is it. I have no energy left to think what to do. My brain shuts down, and I give control of my body over to the instinct that grows inside each and every day. I feel myself crouch, and watch as the creature saunters over my head. It turns, and leaps once more. The instincts are coming back… I stand, and drive a smooth solid rock into the creature’s stomach from below. It is sent another metre or so in the air, before landing directly behind me, panting for breath. It will live. I continue, walking once more, leaving the stunned beast behind me. What has it done wrong, that I need take its life from it? Tried to eat? Live? Act on its instincts, as I just did? Death need not take any place in this world any longer. Not as long as I am in control.
  I notice, as I walk, that I am not actually going anywhere. Where could I go? A valid question, but the answer comes to me instantly, almost imprinted within my will. I must drive forward, onwards, the same direction I have gone for as long as I can remember. Since my first moments of existing to what I fear will be the very last, I must continue.
  While these thoughts are still encircling me, talking to me, with me and yet around me, I come to the edge of the forest. In front of me I see nothing. It is remarkable. Nothing. No black. No white. Just nothing. The nothingness warps in front of me, yet I know not how I know this, since in essence I can see nothing which could be warped. A creature appears in front of me, made entirely of nothingness. It forms what could only be described as a kitchen sink. I still have no idea what a kitchen, or even a sink is, but the description seems about right. It opens its mighty plug-hole and makes an announcement, that echoes throughout the entire forest, “Behold! The light has come into the dark and the splendour of nature shall become one with itself!”
  So then I turn, and gaze as the mass of trees and animals that I had spent so long walking through is thrust into the air, and forms a large swirling sphere of florae and faunae. The sphere spins quickly, and then stops. It begins to take shape, and my face contorts into an expression I thought I would never feel again. I was smiling. No, in fact, grinning. No, wait… laughing. Quite hysterically, I may add. The beauty of nature become one in fact looks remarkably like a giant purple llama, wearing a tuxedo and a monocle. My laughter is suddenly cut short, as the llama stands upon its hind legs and makes an announcement that rivals even perhaps that of the kitchen sink, “I’m a Barbie girl. In a Barbie world. Life in plastic. Isn’t it fantastic?”. Suddenly the entire Universe seems to be filled with a great, impenetrable awkward silence. Then the llama fell down on its face and worshipped the sink. The sink drew from the ground a throne of gold and peanut butter before sitting upon it, and then the world bowed at its feet. I feel there is only one thing appropriate to do at times like this. Shuffle – awkwardly – away from whatever is happening. Now there is another thing I know for certain - the universe just got a whole lot weirder.

  The light fades, along with the echoing words “Come on Barbie, let’s go party…”