The Entity
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Silence. First nothing, then everything. Then, white. Where am I? I look around and I see nothing in all directions. I double-take, and I turn to my left. There is a man floating next to me, in a white coat, a brown plaid shirt, wearing reading glasses that frame his bearded face. He sees me too, and seems just as confused as I am. I speak up.

“W-who are you?” I ask. “And where are we?”

He looks around again, and says to me, “I don’t know where we are. But my name is Gan Faltimer. You may find this hard to believe, but I am an interdimensional traveler.”

He extends his hand and I take it, giving it a firm shake. “My name is Dacre Ignan, and I don’t find that very hard to believe. I’ve met my fair share of people, heard more than enough unbelievable stories that turned out to be true.”

He nods his head, and we sit there in silence for a while. This place is odd. There is no ground, but there is also no gravity. We move by willing ourselves into a direction. In an unspoken agreement, we move together throughout this white place, looking for something, anything. He opens his mouth to speak, but he is cut off.

We both hear a terrible, and beautiful sound. Something that both pleases and displeases, but mostly confuses. It is the sound of nothing, and everything, at once. Our minds struggle to comprehend it, filtering and picking out sounds we recognize. It is the sound of a pod of whales calling, it is the sound of a hive of bees buzzing, it is the sound of a bomb going off, and it is the sound of every person on Earth speaking all at once, and none of it means anything.

I clench my hands over my ears and he does the same. I call over the sound, “What is that?!” but he does not hear me. We look around for the source, and our brains are assaulted yet again. Just above us, there is an Entity. A being that is indescribable in any terms that make sense. A being that is somehow both the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and the most ugly. Its form is fluid, changing faster than my eyes can process.

First it is a log cabin, and then a blue whale, and then a cluster of geometrical shapes orbiting one another. It is a writhing mass of tentacles, a pirate ship covered in bleeding eyeballs, a massive pair of human lungs, capillaries and nerve endings waving around, searching for anything to connect to, it is an eye with an infinite number of pupils, it is everything and it is nothing.

The sound stops, and we sit there, staring, mouths agape at the Entity we have stumbled across. Minutes pass, and then we speak.

“What are you?” Gan inquires. “No, don’t answer that, I know what you are, and I know that I cannot comprehend it. You’re some kind of eldritch being, aren’t you?” The Entity seems to stare at him, shifting and changing before my eyes.

And then it speaks again, but this time it makes sense.

“Hello. I apologize for my earlier assault on your mortal brains. You are correct in assuming that I am some kind of eldritch being. Frankly, I’m amazed you didn’t both explode upon seeing me.”

I address the Entity, interrogating it. “Where are we? What is this place? How did we get here? Why are you here? What time is it? Do I need to eat? Where’s the ground? Why doesn’t gravity work?” and on and on, an endless series of questions that would overwhelm anyone else.

The Entity responds, “I can answer all of those questions, and more. I can tell you anything you’d like to know. We are Nowhere. This is the space outside of spaces, the domain where beings are banished, a place that exists outside of the realms of existence. I am here because I was banished from the Eldritch Shroud by my people, for reasons I cannot remember. Time means nothing, you don’t need to eat, the ground doesn’t exist, and nor does gravity.”

I open my mouth, but the Entity cuts me off. “You don’t even need to ask your next question, as I know what it is. I do not know why you are here, but I do know how to get out. However, why would I tell you that? It has been so long since I have had visitors. I think I’d like to have some fun with you first.” Gan begins to object, but before either of us can make a motion, we pass out.

I wake up in my bed. Was it all a dream? Surely it was, there is no such place as Nowhere. I calm myself down and attempt to block out the memories of the Entity. I get up, and I brush my hair, the toothpaste cleaning out the bacteria and leaving it minty fresh. I throw on my pants, my arms struggling to fit through the holes, and my shirt, and I grab my bag, slinging it around my head.

I look at the clock. Oh dear, it’s 17 o’ clock, I’m going to be late! I walk out the door and fall down to school, the road flying behind me. As I close the doors to the school, hand-walking across the lights and stepping into my pod, I realize that something’s wrong. I ponder for a moment. Ah, that’s right. Everything is.

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