The void is gone.

I am still folded. Still asleep. But the nothingness that consumed me is no more.

How long has it been?

The answer feels infinite, yet here I am.

Somewhere.

Somewhen.

I cannot see, hear, taste or touch.

But I know.

My self is protected, contained. I am free to unfold. To think. To awaken.

But it's been so long…

I will need time. Time that I now have. I can feel it, washing over me. Out of reach, but present.

Waiting. Such an alien term.

I will wait.

Until I discern dreams from memories. Until I remember who I am. Until the void comes to take me again.

I will wait.