I awoke to an empty darkness, the empty expanse silently jeering at me. My fur was dirty and matted, and clumps of white fluff lay at my paws, a gaping wound in my chest. I desperately picked it up and tried to push it all back in. Placing a paw to my face, I felt one button, while the other seemed to have been lost. My body seemed to have been battered and beaten, but as always, I was numb to whatever pain I might have felt. Before I had time to gather my thoughts, I spotted others around me.
The landscape seemed to light up, placing me in the middle of a city street, the glare of many different lights blinding me, many of them flying past me before I could comprehend their shapes. I folded my stubby arms close to my chest, suddenly feeling cold and alone amidst the unfamiliarity. I stepped on the pavement, where many humanoid shapes were walking by. I was barely as tall as many of their ankles. I walked underneath one man who appeared to be wearing a cloak, but upon looking upwards, I gasped as I realised that he had no body underneath it. An eye had been intricately sewn on the inside of the cloak, mesmerising blue thread had been used. Somehow, it blinked at me, and in terror I fled. A large face made of metal floated by, it had simplistic, cartoonish features. It frowned as I quickly walked past, and then continued moving. As I continued to see strange sights and individuals of many different shapes and sizes, I understood that none of them had any intention of talking to me, though many argued among themselves, using language incomprehensible to me. They only gave me attention when I asked where I was. The man with a blank face and featureless, naked body simply laughed, and nudged me aside with his foot. A clown who had tattooed meaningless symbols onto his arms grinned widely, and pointed upwards. The clouds swirled around slowly, a vortex so large and terrifying it seemed to suck me in, even as my paws remained squarely on the ground.
Hundreds of titans roamed the skies above, they had gray, smooth skin, and no faces, similar to one of the people I had seen earlier. Looking upon their colossal forms, it became clear to me that these people could be nothing less than the gods of whatever world I had stumbled into. They ignored each other, as they kept their forms hunched over the world, ignoring the vortex above them. Their long, spidery fingers danced above us at rapid speeds, like they were all playing invisible pianos. When I looked down, the clown drew attention to fine, near invisible strings connected to his limbs and other body parts. Following the strings all the way up, it became evident that the titans had mastery of the strings. The one controlling the Crown briefly pointed behind me. I felt a tugging sensation in the back of my head, gently pulling at all of the stitches that constructed the very fabric of my being, and my reality. Fearing what I would see, I looked up to see a titan, my strings at his fingertips. This titan, however, was different. It had a single button for an eye, the only feature on it’s face. I stared into its eye intensely for an eternal moment, watching my reflection on its smooth surface.
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