She was alone.

She lay on her bed, almost asleep.
A fan blew cool, refreshing air over her face as a nostalgic song played over her speakers.
All her neighbors could hear the music, but she didn't care.
She had already slipped away from normal life, into a world where nobody could ever stop her.
And maybe, this time she would stay there.

Pill bottles surrounded the bed, their contents scattered across the hardwood floors.

She waited in the black abyss for someone who would never come.
There was nothing there, nothing but her.
She didn't know she was dreaming.
There was light, but no light.
Nothing, but things were there.

They said her coma was permanent.

Maybe she could make her own home.
She didn't understand where she was, but she used her inner strength to do the impossible.
Where there was the dark void, there was also the one solid area that she could always cling to.
The room.

He wouldn't let them kill her.

She didn't know where it came from, or how she found it, just that it was white and pure, unlike the outer void.
She told herself a little golden spark showed it to her.
That may have been true.

But... you can't stop fate.

Her world quaked, and she truly was alone.

They cut off life support, and he was heartbroken.

Then... she found it. A door out, away from the void and the room.
But it was already too late.

He hung himself, having nobody to stay alive for.

The door disappeared when he came, appearing in the room with her.
She was in shock.
She wouldn't believe it was really him.

He was afraid to believe.

They wanted to believe.

Eventually, the room brought them together, as light and dark.

There was a child.

When it appeared, he and she disappeared.

It was left alone.

Nobody to teach it how to be human.

But somehow, it knew.

It was the perfect being.

But it didn't exist.

It was its own being, but was no living creature.

It had escaped life.

One for the lost, dead, in between.
A city of angels would have been too much to ask for.

It knew nothing, but created worlds.
As it grew, so did its hope.
It knew to create, using the machinery from the void.

Miles of machines all around the white room.
Each with a separate purpose.

The room became a database.
And the child, the child made the door out become a door to other realms.
The child created the realms.

One.
The city.
The child could create anything, but made a moss covered city.

Two.
The forest.
The child created a treehouse, where it lived.

Three.
The valley.
The child made it beautiful, the sun's cycles the main theme.

Four.
The caves.
The child created caverns filled with glowing crystals, seemingly purposeless.

The worlds were one with the child, and the child was one with the worlds.

Then...
The child disappeared.
In its place, lost souls were transported to the world, as a second chance.

They explored.

They fought.

They loved.

They disappeared.