And waiting I did. In the sea of nothingness, I lasted for eternities.


    The first eon was spent in awe, appreciating what had transpired thus far. Beasts of forgotten stories lay rotting against time. No matter how much they consumed, destroyed, or grew, they were never destined to win. Only to suffer. The question from before resurfaced: Was my soul’s inability to ascend the reason they couldn’t destroy everything? Was I the key to... something?


    Thoughts and thoughts, clearer with each passing moment, churned until I regained my mind in full again.


    Then came the second eon. I regained my ability to speak!


    “AMAZING! I think this is the first time we interact, dear reader? Please forgive my intrusion upon your reality in such a manner, but here where I am, nothing exists anymore, and I need a companion to converse with, even if one-sided such as this. Allow me to indulge in this moment, please.”


    ...


    Now that my thirst for sound has been sated, I can return to the solitude of inexistence that my very body has created against my will. I would say that nothing’s here, existence is no longer, and I’m still alone, repeating myself mindlessly like a broken record, but I’d be lying! There’s my soul, now capable of clear thoughts through a noisy voice. Quite delightful!The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    "I wonder what''s to come!?" – A question of terror and despair... was abandoned for now...


    How about we answer questions we can, for now, such as "What happened the next eon?" Well, that time I actually regained control over my sight...


    I think?


    I can’t really tell if I truly regained vision because it went from the blank nothing I had before to a fresh new black of no light or hope. But that doesn’t matter, because by the time the eon ended, I could feel. I regained control over my hands! Not only that, but before it''s conclusion, I was able to fully walk and float around! Nothing exists, so I can improvise which stance I prefer after all.


    But that bliss would soon come to an end, as for endless cycles of dark and terrifying time, I witnessed...


    Nothing.


    Against time, nothing!


    In space was nothing!


    ...Now I understand why the beasts gave in, thus my mind slowly decayed. I’m human after all—at least my soul if not my body. And eventually, I succumbed to sleep as no progress was made for the upcoming eternities, where my hope slowly shattered and dissipated.


    I yielded... to sleep.


    A sleep of the soul. Cold. Silent. Merciful. I stopped hoping. Stopped being. Stopped...


    Thinking...