Averie blinked his glazed eyes, unable to make sense of his surroundings.
He was floating in the middle of a vast sea of murky grey liquid.
The rippling sky—that seemed to stretch forever—was bluish-pink.
The last thing he could remember was closing his groggy eyes while enjoying a video compilation of people getting hurt doing dumb stuff.
He stood up on the rippling surface of the sea and studied the mysterious place.
There were no stars, no moons, and no suns.
The greyish light filling the place was emanating from the horizon, but Averie believed it was neither sunrise nor sunset.
He tried diving under the surface, but it was futile. He floated back up before he could even submerge his ankles.
For a while, he walked on the surface, trying to cross the vast plane.
There were no buildings, no trees, and no grass. There were no stones or anything alive.
But there was a little whirlpool.
