The Island of Destiny
............awaken...............
......come......back
......you........are...........us......
Dizzy, you open your eyes slowly to find nothing but darkness. You have no idea what happened to you. It feels like you've been dreaming for days and the last thing you remember is falling asleep in your bed, late on a Friday night.
Still, unable to see you hear a voice call out to you. It's impossible to tell how close or far away the voice is coming from. "Are you here?"
"What?" you speak out. Your voice echoes far in the distance.
You don't know if it's been a minute or an hour but the voice eventually responds "Yes, good you are. How are you?"
You still can't tell if this person is standing right next to you or shouting from miles away. But it really doesn't matter in this awkward state and you answer "I don't know where I am."
The anonymous voice calls back an answer that chills you to the bone and makes a cold shiver run down your spine.
"Purgatory."
What did he just say? Purgatory? "Am I dead?"
"...not exactly. You're like me. Stuck between places. Forever wasting away existence into a great nothing."
"How did I die?"
"Oh, you don't remember? Yes, most do tend to forget the island....
...especially if they didn't make it long..."
Now you remember! You had forgotten all about that wierd island! You try to recall the events that occurred and you end up having more difficulty then you'd expected. When you've exhausted all memories, you're left with a few brief flashes of events:
You woke up on a beach
Note about destiny
Someone needing help
Lost in jungle
Hands on the beach
Yes, now you realize what the final moments of your life were! You got pulled into the depths of sand by a group of anonymous hands.
"What were those hands?" you ask.
"We are the hands. It's the only part of us that can still exist in the world. We felt your presence and...
I'm sorry. We got excited and thought it could be a way back into existence."
"Now I'm trapped to. How? Why? What is this island?"
"I don't know it all, but I do know some. But if you want answers, you must first know the right answers to give."
"What does that mean?"
The man then calls out a confusing question "In the world, would blue compare the geometry and physics of mankind and layout of time to the creation of stars?"
......come......back
......you........are...........us......
Dizzy, you open your eyes slowly to find nothing but darkness. You have no idea what happened to you. It feels like you've been dreaming for days and the last thing you remember is falling asleep in your bed, late on a Friday night.
Still, unable to see you hear a voice call out to you. It's impossible to tell how close or far away the voice is coming from. "Are you here?"
"What?" you speak out. Your voice echoes far in the distance.
You don't know if it's been a minute or an hour but the voice eventually responds "Yes, good you are. How are you?"
You still can't tell if this person is standing right next to you or shouting from miles away. But it really doesn't matter in this awkward state and you answer "I don't know where I am."
The anonymous voice calls back an answer that chills you to the bone and makes a cold shiver run down your spine.
"Purgatory."
What did he just say? Purgatory? "Am I dead?"
"...not exactly. You're like me. Stuck between places. Forever wasting away existence into a great nothing."
"How did I die?"
"Oh, you don't remember? Yes, most do tend to forget the island....
...especially if they didn't make it long..."
Now you remember! You had forgotten all about that wierd island! You try to recall the events that occurred and you end up having more difficulty then you'd expected. When you've exhausted all memories, you're left with a few brief flashes of events:
You woke up on a beach
Note about destiny
Someone needing help
Lost in jungle
Hands on the beach
Yes, now you realize what the final moments of your life were! You got pulled into the depths of sand by a group of anonymous hands.
"What were those hands?" you ask.
"We are the hands. It's the only part of us that can still exist in the world. We felt your presence and...
I'm sorry. We got excited and thought it could be a way back into existence."
"Now I'm trapped to. How? Why? What is this island?"
"I don't know it all, but I do know some. But if you want answers, you must first know the right answers to give."
"What does that mean?"
The man then calls out a confusing question "In the world, would blue compare the geometry and physics of mankind and layout of time to the creation of stars?"