[ WP ] Since birth , you have always had a bad sense of direction that would defy the laws of logic and space . Instead of arriving at your destination , you would end up in places or areas impossible for normal people to get to .

ＨＵＭＡＮ． ＷＨＡＴ ＢＲＩＮＧＳ ＹＯＵ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＶＯＩＤ． 
 
 The ice-cold words slice through my skull like scalpels dipped in liquid nitrogen. I ca n't see anything. Then again, I ca n't feel, smell, or hear anything either. The words I hear are coming from *inside* my head. 
 
 Ｉ ＢＥＬＩＥＶＥ ＹＯＵ ＭＡＹ ＢＥ ＬＯＳＴ ＨＵＭＡＮ． 
 
 Lost? Lost is putting it lightly. I'd just about found the way to my new job, though I had found myself taking a few backroads - in Arkansas, which was quite a shock because I had been heading for a firm in Liverpool, when a driver had cut me off and sent me flying off the road and into some trees, where I was ejected from the car and sent into some nearby woodland. 
 
 ＨＵＭＡＮ ＣＡＮ ＹＯＵ ＨＥＡＲ ＭＥ． 
 
 Now I know I'm not dead. This place and death are two different places. I've accidentally stumbled into the place you go where you die while collecting seashells on the beach. It's not that bad actually, it smells vaguely of metallic cinnamon, though it's awfully nippy when you're wearing just a T-shirt and shorts. Guess that's why they bury the dead wearing a nice suit. So when I crashed my car, I was n't that afraid of dying. I was ready to have a nice rest in a world that smells eternally like someone just put out a Yankee Candle. Somehow I've ended up here instead. 
 
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 I have to say, the decor in this place - what was it called? The Void? - is lacking. Not much space. Actually I do n't think there's any space here at all. I do n't think there's *anything* here. Hard to describe nothing when you're a something. It's not black. Because that's something. And it's not white, because that's something too. It's... nothing. I ca n't really explain it. Try to imagine the total absence of anything. You ca n't? Well, good. I'm blindly swinging my arms about in, well, it's not even the dark, here. 
 
 ＨＵＭＡＮ． ＨＯＷ ＤＩＤ ＹＯＵ ＧＥＴ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＶＯＩＤ． 
 
 I just told you, I crashed my car. Were you not reading my thoughts this entire time? Are n't you God? I kinda assumed you were. 
 
 Ｉ ＡＭ ＮＯＴ ＴＨＩＳ ＢＥＩＮＧ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＬＬ ＂ＧＯＤ＂． 
 
 Okay, what are you then? 
 
 Ｉ ＡＭ Ａ ＢＥＩＮＧ ＦＲＯＭ Ａ ＤＩＭＥＮＳＩＯＮ ＨＩＧＨＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ ＹＯＵＲＳ． 
 
 Ah, right, so this is kind of like an apple from my world visiting a triangle from the Second Dimension. 
 
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 Never mind. What is this place and how do I leave? I'm running late for my interview. 
 
 ＴＨＩＳ ＩＳ ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＢＥＴＷＥＥＮ ＷＯＲＬＤＳ． ＴＨＥＲＥ ＩＳ ＮＯ ＴＩＭＥ ＨＥＲＥ． ＹＯＵ ＡＲＥ ＮＥＩＴＨＥＲ ＂ＬＡＴＥ＂ ＮＯＲ ＂ＥＡＲＬＹ＂． 
 
 Well, that's some good news. 
 
 ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮＮＯＴ ＬＥＡＶＥ． ＹＯＵ ＷＩＬＬ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＩＮＤ ＹＯＵＲ ＷＡＹ ＨＯＭＥ． ＴＨＥ ＭＵＬＴＩＶＥＲＳＥ ＩＳ ＴＯＯ ＣＯＭＰＬＥＸ． 
 
 Well, that's bad news. I suppose if I just went like this I migh- 
 
 ＨＵＭＡＮ． ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮＮＯＴ ＲＥＴＵＲＮ ＨＯＭＥ． ＹＯＵ ＭＵＳＴ ＦＩＮＤ Ａ ＮＥＷ ＨＯ － ＷＨＥＲＥ ＤＩＤ ＹＯＵ ＧＯ． 
 
 And then I find myself laying in the middle of the Mojave Desert. Cursing, I stand up and dust myself off. I look at the sun beating down on the terrain. I decide I'll head north, or what I think is north. Maybe somehow I'll find myself in Liverpool by lunch time.
