Reflection

"I… what… am I doing here….?" A voice echoed in the darkness.

It was that of a lone boy, shrouded in what could only be described as a pitch-black surrounding. It was completely void—nothing except for the young man who agonized over his existence could be noticed in this realm of nothingness.

Upon closer inspection of this young man's being, he had no face. He was just a drifting soul, a form of energy within the vast steam of nonexistence.

"I…" His voice echoed in the dark even though he didn't have any lips to even render words.

"I… remember…"

Suddenly, memory flashes of what transpired before finding himself in the void played in his mind.

The soul remembered his name—Daniel—and the life he had lived. Just as if he watched a movie, the lone existence witnessed his entire life play out in front of him.

It was not to be desired!

"I… was a bully…?"