[ WP ] You have died and gone to hell , but it 's not what you expect . You wake up naked in a field with nothing but trees around you ... it turns out that hell is an early access survival game .

Out of nowhere, it appears. The berry bush. It's a green thing that mysteriously makes me less hungry, so I am sticking with'berry bush'. As my deformed limbs move closer, the bush disappears as quick as it came. I feel less hungry. 
 
 If I could sigh, I would. I do n't remember breathing since I got here.'Here' seems to be rather objective. I do n't think I'm anywhere. How long I have been here also seems to be objective. Or subjective. I've never thought about the differences between the two when I was alive, and now that I am Here, I have no way of finding out. 
 
 A sharp feeling rouses me from my thoughts. I had forgotten! I rush down to the stream as fast as my blocky limbs would take me. I walk on the flat blue plane, as my thirst is slowly quenched. I look up from the bright blue slab that is somehow water, to see that the world had turned dark. Except the stream. It was still bright blue. I have gotten used to the odd things of Here. 
 
 I remember running. The ground. It was like Tupperware. Kinda rough and neutral in temperature. The grass was flat and did not move underfoot. I had n't noticed this at first. I certainly did notice that I was unable to lean against this vertical brown log that one might call a tree, only to find that it was n't real. I did n't even jump in surprise. I could n't crouch or lean or lay. I ran and got tired but did not breathe. 
 
 I remember my life fading. I was dead. Death here is no escape. I walked towards the edge, a bright open void, as I took a step. I fell. Moments later I return from where I started. I've starved. I've dehydrated. And in a blink, I'm back. I've never felt pain, nor pleasure. I've been neither alert or asleep. Just standing erect and unblinking. 
 
 I look up as the world turns bright again. I turn around. 
 The berry bush should be returning soon.
