The void is so still, so silent, I can feel and hear my own pulse throughout my body. The lack of sensation is strange but familiar - a kind reprieve from the world beyond it.

It is just a dream, sadly, or perhaps the other side of it all is a dream. I can't find a way to tell.

One would imagine that this void would be a dream, but if it was, why wouldn't I feel even slightly the feelings of my body as it sleeps? And yet, when I wake up in that other side, I feel like I have woken up, which I don't feel here.

Which side is the real one? Does it even matter? Why do I think of this so often?

A noise pulls me out of contemplation. A noise? That's very new, and it's not coming from me. A rhythmic pulse, in the distance.

I open my eyes. I usually keep them closed, as seeing absolutely nothing can give you a bit of a headache. There's some sort of something in my vision. The color isn't there, but there is shape.  It's hard to define given that it's rather incomprehensible without seeing it, but it's very clear that there is something, and that something is massive.

I move, but nothing happens, as there's nothing to push off of. I'd breathe in and give a long exhale out to give some small propulsion, but there's no air to breathe here. I wonder if I can give myself momentum by flailing around?

I pull my legs to my chest, and push them away with as much force as I can. It puts me into a spin, but I don't believe I'm moving any closer. The spin would be dizzying once I stop, but whatever fluids are in me quickly adapted to this new spin, which won't be stopping anytime soon.

It would be fine, except for the pulsing. It now circles my head, as if mocking me. Why did I have to start spinning? This is terrible. I can't willingly cross to the other side, it happens whenever it likes, so I'll have to be mocked for who knows how long.

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The spinning has slowly ceased, though that makes no sense, as there was nothing to stop the momentum. Then again, there was nothing to create it in the first place. Who knows how this works?

My heartbeat has adjusted to match the pulsing, which has only grown louder. What used to be a whisper and nothing more, now fills my mind. The shape has drawn closer - apparently I did give myself the slightest of momentum in the direction I wanted, or maybe the shape simply has some sort of gravity.

It certainly appears that way. It's massive, a whole hemisphere of the area around me seems to be occupied by this structure. Color still avoids me, but the shape has nearly defined itself. A lattice of smooth beams, separating the void into cube-like structures. The cubes don't make sense - they're clearly right angles, but there are more than what should be possible surrounding each shared edge - and the beams seem to pass through each other without being connected.

I've been on the threshold of this lattice for a while now. To tell the truth, I don't know if I've moved at all. It feels more like I got more familiar with how to see this structure over time, and before I wasn't able to see as much as I can now.

If I haven't been moving, that can only mean the pulsing is approaching me and not the other way around. How strange.

I close my eyes again. The nothingness combined with the foreign geometry are very close to giving me a splitting headache.

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My eyes slowly open to the ceiling above me, and my senses return, familiarizing themselves to the hard floor pressed up against my back. I must have fallen out of bed again.