If you were to stand in one place. And look as far as you can see. You would see nothing. You could walk for hours nothing. But then. There was something. Something so small. This something inevitably became bigger. From this something. You were formed. What are you? You tell me. When you walk in this land. This purgatory. You seem to make no forward progress. It feels like when you take a step forward. The blankness moves under your feet. Now what makes you so special? You were the first. The first to walk. The first to see. The first to feel. And of course. Being the first. You got lonely. You wanted more than this emptiness. Yo