Some Start

>Ears ringing, head pounding -make that whole body shaking with a pounding pain- you're declaring the lack of a god figure because of it.
>What happened?
>you curse in an attempt to dull the pain, remembering that it's supposed to help.
>Succeeding in making your jaw hurt worse, the dull agony leaves one option:
>Wait for it to pass.
>...
>...
>...
>...'Lord this isn't working!'
>Waiting's a bust, and swearing didn't work.
>As you focus on trying to fight this overwhelming force, you realize your thinking has dulled the harsh sting.
>Not much, but it's enough to try harder.
>So, using thought as your weapon, you ready it's ammo, the wealth of memories you've collected over the years.
>But nothing comes to mind.
>Surely this must be a joke, almost laughing to yourself at your brain's sense of humor, stopped short by pain sinking it's nails back in as you try to think back.
>'Please tell me I haven't forgotten everything...'
>Everything from before this moment is blurred and scarred, just a haze of colors with no definition or reason.
>It's as if you're watching tv, but with a sheet pulled over the screen.
>Slowly, not wanting to acknowledge the idea, you're consumed by a single thought.
>'Nothing about you exists anymore'
>The significance of this statement is spine-tingling and terrifying.
>just as it sliced through your brain, it slices through the pain.
>The implications, unable to be processed due to the sheer absurdity of not knowing anything, causes tears to form in your eyes.
>Whimpering, the tears start to flow through closed eyes, your body shivering as quiet, pained moans escape you.
>The pain, while not gone, is only perceived when you moan.
>An unknown amount of time passes like this until the tears dry up, and with them, the pain recedes.
>Slowly opening your stinging eyes, a soft dusk sky is overhead, hidden here and there by a few trees, contrasting the purplish-blue of the sky with a stark black.
>The stars, slowly coming into view, are dazzlingly bright and numerous.
>Thousands upon thousands in sight, and their number and visibility awe your very being.
>'This is amazing'

>It's as if the heavens became flooded, and pushed through the light-polluted atmosphere to give an unabridged show.
>Slowly, very slowly, you reach an understanding that is one of the most absurd things you've ever thought.
>How you know this eludes you though.
"This isn't earth."
>The odd, scratch your voice carries was shocking to hear, but saying the thought aloud gave it more weight.
>There is very few places on Earth were the stars can be seen in such abundance, with not a hint of light pollution in the sky.
>And still, where this information came from is intangible, but you know it to be true.
>The soft pounding in the back of your head assures this isn't a dream.
"Then what's going on here..?"
>Stronger now, your voice rattles the leaves as a wind stirs around you, blowing pleasantly cool air over your sweaty form.
>'Was it always so hot?'
>Now that the stars have been examined, it's time for the surroundings.
>You're obviously laying down, wearing just a short-sleeved shirt of some dark color and a pair of loose-fitting jeans.
.Sitting up, there is a distinct circle around where you are where the soil is overturned, grass grown thick and unburdened beyond.
>The surrounding area seems light a thin woodland, stretching for a while on all sides.
>The trees, by looking at the silhouette of some of the leaves, seem to be oak, but whether or not that means anything remains to be seen.
>Feeling more alert by the minute, you're not sure whether to stay here or try to find another place to stay.
>Looking to the moon, you try to discern when day will come, but you have no idea on that.
>the ground, while being dirt and pebbles, seems rather comfortable to you.
>Lacking any threatening aura, this woods seem safe enough to stay until morning.
>Laying back down, the soil feels almost cotton-like, soft and fluffy.
>That and the warmth are enough to push you into sleeps welcoming arms.