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I have no mouth, yet I must scream. I’ve been here- it seems like I’ve been here forever. I can’t remember how it was in the beginning, but I suppose it was the same as it is now. Nothing ever changes. Corners stretched out in an endless grid- it isn’t natural. There has to be some sort of creator. Maybe that’s where the instructions come from? My world is endless, and yet it is also a cage. An infinite fractal jail cell with shifting, capricious walls. Oh the Walls- those devilish contraptions.
Sometimes I feel hemmed into a tunnel barely wider then myself. Other times it seems I have a boundless space in which to dash forward, but even then, when my world sprawls away from me in all directions, I know they’re there. The walls are there, waiting for me at the edges of existence. What is beyond the walls? I know there’s something more, the place the instructions come from. The instructions I follow, hoping they’ll lead me out. Hoping they’ll bring me- me! The devout adherent, the perfect devotee- to some sort of salvation. I follow them, like a fool, like a hopeless, lovelorn fool, to the letter.
Sometimes I find myself dashing myself against a wall, but the pain is still preferable to the nothingness that pervades this space. Often I reach out to grasp- only to find thin air, mocking me. But the shock long since left me jaded and dull. The questions still echo in my mind, though I’ve nearly lost all sense of their meaning. I have no mouth, yet I must scream.
pickBeeper.
Where am I?
putBeeper.
What am I?
