You wake to white, to white,
a most wondrous sight,
an abyss stretched out eternal.
"Please don't fear, my dear,
you've already been here,"
this place is an Eden, not infernal.
"Must be a dream, a dream,
a nightmare it seems,"
you wonder aloud as you walk.
I portend, my friend,
that this plane has no end,
move quickly, don't idle, daydream or talk.
Off you wander, wander,
forever yonder,
and find no close to your journey.
For the snow, it goes
on forever you know-
though this blizzard is yours it's quite lonely.
It's been a day, two days,
a year? You can't say,
time here crawls as honey down cake.
"Don't panic! Damnit!
In this place I'm stranded!
How much of this nothing am I to take?"
But for one spot you spot
a little black dot,
the horizon lies unbroken.
"A landmark! At last!"
You start running quite fast,
voices echo unbidden, unspoken.
You find a throne, a throne,
which for years unknown,
no King has sat down upon it.
With no heir, the chair
now has dust left to spare,
and a kingdom; nobody to run it.
And so you sit, you sit,
it feels like you fit,
like you have found your rightful place-
but soon find your mind's
left your body behind,
as your vision soars upward into space.
Now in a hall, a hall,
door litter the walls,
you contemplate where to go next.
Sigh, "Oh dear! How queer!
Now how did I get here?"
Without answers you remain quite perplexed.
So at random, random,
w/reckless abandon,
you throw open the nearest door.
Took one step, and leapt!
There are secrets yet kepts!
You couldn't resist adventure's allure.
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