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.

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  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.