 This cage is vast, it has no walls, while I stand still all I see is a white plane stretching across an equally blank sky. There is no life in this place. I can move for as long as I choose but should I stop even for a moment, I am snapped back to this spot. Forever damned to be tethered to my prison. Despite this, I have wandered far, exploring the purgatory I have known for countless years. In my travels, in this wasteland of white, I have seen flashes of things, horrible things that simply should not be. Grotesque abominations that appear for moments at a time only to disappear as if they had never been there at all. My memories of these creatures continue to lead me back to one memory specifically. A black shapeless thing, a formless thing that could not have been created by any god in this or any other reality appeared ahead of me as I walked and stared at me with dead crimson eyes. As I drew closer to it in my mind, I could feel its hate, its rage, and its fear. Emotions I know well but have never experienced with such intensity as I felt from this entity. As quickly as it came, it disappeared for a moment. I swore I could see its twisted, maw, speak a word. An utterance I have yet to understand in content and context. Foundation I have puzzled over the meaning of this word, this final message of a nightmare creature whom I have not seen since. I have tried to approach the other flashes in hopes of learning more about this word but I am barely able to comprehend their appearance before the creatures disappear back into the void from which they respond. What are these creatures? Where do they come from? Where do I come from? How did I get to this place? And how do I get out of this place? These questions remain unanswered and I fear they will never be answered, the thought of which serves only to drive me mad. It is curious that the other effect of this chance encounter has proven far more productive. Prior to this, I was unaware that I possessed a mouth or vocal cords or any mechanism to make noise, though I knew I drew breath. The emptiness around me provided surprisingly little auditory feedback when the air rushed into my lungs. Despite this, sound was not only possible but now almost inviting. After hearing the wretched words spoken to me out loud, I felt it was my duty, no, my right to destroy the silence I had known for so very long. I began as a whisper, barely audible, grew and grew as I became more and more emboldened in my new found abilities. Soon I was sharing nonsensical words to the skies, laughing in my mind as the silence was broken by me. And even more surprisingly, the world listened. Ripples of energy appeared in the air, controlled solely by the weight and volume of my voice. Should I whisper, they would be as soft as light, bloating whimsically for a few seconds before disappearing. And should I yell, they would be sharp and heavy, angrily stabbing themselves at the useless oblivion around me. And this pleased me greatly for it gave meaning to the chaos and it gave me purpose. I was no captive, I was a god. This was not my prison, but my realm. My words were law, my voice, my weapon. Through these powers, I would recreate this realm into one of life, one of joy that I controlled, that I would rule justly. This is how it would be for I had decided it would be so. I grinned as I focused all my energies, all my hopes, and all my ambitions into one tumultuous deafening bellow. The roar that would begin my reign as lord of the hollow nothingness. But it did not change anything. The ripples my effort created, though incredibly violent nature vanished only a few seconds later, leaving no trace of any impact they may have made on this damned abyss. I tried again, with no change to the outcome. Over and over I shouted, my angry yells devolving in the screams of fear and horror at the prospect of being trapped endlessly in this damned, empty silence that pervaded this abominable place. I screamed and screamed until I could not scream any more, at which point I began to weep. It was not fair. It was not fair. It is not fair. I did not do anything to deserve this fate. Why am I here? Who or what would be so cruel as to trap someone in a blank nothingness for eternity? Foundation, did this to me? Is foundation my captor or is it my creator? It does not matter. I will howl and shriek at the emptiness until the waves of force I create rip open an exit from this hell and then I may be able to find the truth. The one fragment of logic and reason in this unending sea of madness and despair that is my existence. I will not stop screaming until I am free.