'Just how long can I endure?'
I asked myself as I stared at the ground, the ground where no man stood except me.
The liars had disappeared long ago, the silent conversation became truly silent. Only I was alone in this pure white blankness.
'Alone in these doors.'
Doors…ah yes door, how could I forget to mention that? The ground, the ground was doors.
Literally, the ground was doors, the same plain white door with a nameplate.
I slowly raised my gaze from the ground and stared into the distance,
And just like here, the ground was doors.
Each step against the wood creaked the hinges, each shift of weight threatened to break through the wood, the door seemed fragile, but I knew…
'Even if an elephant…no scratch that, even if a whole whale lay on top of them,, they wouldn't break.'
How am I so sure? You may ask.
The thing is, I'm not sure. I'm just assuming.
'Sometimes assumptions can turn out to be the truth.'
Sometimes.
But not all the time.
And before I continue on, let me clear some doubts.
I snapped my neck above, staring into the white sky, which actually was a ceiling.
Yes, a ceiling.
My eyes narrowed as I tried to find my target, the reason for my appearance here.
'There it is…'
I thought as I saw a tiny black dot in the sk- I mean ceiling, the tiny dot was, well, tiny.
'That was a door.'
It indeed was. Just as I was wandering around the liars, I found a totally normal door on the ground, and like any normal person trapped in a liminal space, I opened it.
And I fell from all the way up there.
'Pretty dumb, right?'
If you agree with that, I despise you with my whole existence.
I slowly drew back my gaze and just continued pacing around the floor of doors. I was bored, mentally tired, confused and contemplating.
I had nothing to do here except pace around and think.
'Anyways, update time–Day -2.
Huge discovery.'
Folklore and mythos.
This liminal not only uses my memories but it also uses folklore and mythos.
That was what I thought at first, but after doubting it for a few more minutes, I came to a conclusion.
'These myths and folklore are from my memories.'
So, it isn't taking references from mythos and folklore.
One of you may ask, "Then what if you encounter a folklore creature you don't know about?".
'Then I won't know whether it's a folklore creature or not.'
I know you all are smart enough, but this is for those who didn't get it.
I know that didn't make sense.
So this liminal space just uses my memory and its creativity.
'Back to square one, I guess.'
This world can access my memories, and by default, it can also access my deepest and darkest fears.
'And I'm pretty sure this reality is pretty hostile, but not to the extreme.'
So, I should be expecting to face every single fear of mine without hesitation.
Otherwise, I would be stuck here forever, or something worse would happen to me.
Who knows what the consequences would be of not being able to escape this place?
'I don't know how worse it is going to get, but I need to be prepared.'
It can use my fears against me, or maybe it wouldn't.
Even if this place doesn't, I still need to be prepared to face it.
'I am just too paranoid, and it won't hurt to be prepared.'
'Trust your paranoia, sometimes it can save your lives.'
So, my next course of action has been decided. Just be prepared for the fears.
…
I stopped pacing around and just stood there staring into the distance,
Within a few more seconds, I plopped down on the floor and just let out a sigh.
'Just who am I kidding?'
It's easier said than done. If this thing can use my worst fears against me, how am I supposed to go against that?
'I would rather die than face them.'
Not only my fears, I'm sure it can use my deepest, darkest secrets against me.
'I don't want that…'
It's embarrassing, humiliating and degrading.
The fact that someone or something has access to all my memories is…just a nightmare to think about, really.
'It is not just that…from the moment I woke up in the bus, I started to feel it.'
Everywhere I went, it followed, everything I did, it saw, it's just silently observing me.
'I have felt a gaze on me since the moment I woke up on that bus.'
It's hard to explain how a gaze on you would feel or how I can even sense it.
But my paranoia is on steroids; every moment, whenever I look towards my sides or even behind me, my heart jumps, and I feel shivers all over my body.
'These sensations shouldn't be felt by me now in here since I'm invincible and all but…'
'I am scared.'
I am scared, I want to go home, I didn't ask for this.
'I know I have complained about how miserable my life was back on earth, but this…this is way worse.'
I'm lonely, I'm isolated, I'm paranoid.
Every now and then, I just want to end it all and give up.
I joke, I use sarcasm, I try to make light of the issue, but deep down, I know.
'I know that I'm just trying to run from my problems.'
Eventually it will catch up and then…
"Okay, that's enough."
I sighed once again and laid on the door, wide armed and staring into the sky high ceiling with boredom.
'That felt good…'
Complaining about my issues and letting it all out felt good.
'Satisfaction.'
Every now and then, you have to let out your bottled-up emotions; it's not good to carry them around everywhere after all.
"I can't lie, I actually wanted to rip out a huge scream, but that would be cringeworthy and it would also scare myself."
Yes, I have decided to start talking to myself.
'How different is this from that white room isolation thingy? I heard people went insane inside those things within days…'
"What about me? What would happen to me?"
'Nothing would happen to you.'
I said to myself.
Myself???
'I said to myself? Really?Did I just use "you" instead of "me"?'
'It is too much cringe for a soul like to handle...'
"Dammit."
'Oh yeah, fun fact–I can open the doors.'