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You exist. You used to exist differently, but now you exist next to a terrible looking bench. You have no mouth, no identity, and no recollection of why you are here. Not only that, but there is no clear indication of what you must do. Is there anything to this place, or is there nothing but this bench forever?

There is not much to this reality, but you feel in your brain an impending gravity. Perhaps there is not much to this place, but you can sense the thin layers of reality parallel to your own. Your body may be bound to this place, but your soul may find other avenues... Eventually.