Two Authors, One Story

She began to imagine that she was back home, the home that she dreamt of.

"This abyss is your canvas."

"Can I have another hint?"

"What you experienced isn't lost, you simply need to make it happen."

"How?"

"I have been keeping this abyss until you awoke; you need only remember what to do with it."

"WHY NOT?!? I HAVE EVERY REASON TO BE!"

"You don't need to be sad."

She let out a terrible sob, "that can't be true."

"You were asleep."

"no."

"THEN WHERE DID I COME FROM: I REMEMBER A HOME AND A FAMILY AND MY FRIENDS, WHERE DID THEY ALL GO?!?!"

"You woke up."

"You cannot die; you aren't asleep or hallucinating; this is the only dimension that exists; YOU. CAN. NOT. DIE."

"BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

"Stop that, you were close and I gave you a massive hint; here's another: we're not in another dimension because there is no other dimension but this one."

"I give up...moist, moist, moist..."