"Uh... Hey" I said out, my voice echoing into the void.
It sounded strange, like it wasn't entirely mine.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly despite my attempt to sound brave.
The figure didn't respond, it head still tilted slightly.
For a moment, I thought the figure was fake or some type of illusion.
But it didn't seem like one, maybe it was a high Illusion magic or something else which was undetectable.
But then, it spoke.
"You may address me as, Spectator," the figure slowly replied.
"Spectator?" I repeated, frowning. "What does that mean? Who are you? Where really are you!"
"I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time," Spectator said. "I exist beyond the absolute beyond."
That didn't make any sense to me.
"Are you… a ghost? A spirit? What are you?"
"I am not a ghost, nor a spirit," the Spectator replied. "I am what is called, a recorder."