What are you doing here? Why did you enter? There is nothing here. There's no way you could have entered. How did you enter? Why was there an entrance to a place where there is nary a thing?

Did you perhaps exit? Lost your way when transiting between physical space and stumbled upon the metaphysical? Or if you are present in this place, where nothing exists, and you are not part of nothing, is there something here, after all? Or are you indeed part of nothing?

What is nothing, but the absence of any "thing"? Is nothing something? Are the manifestations of my words something? What is a thing? What does it mean to exist? Are we to believe the arbitrary "thing" shall suffice for such a universal truth of the world? A world that, unlike this space, exists?

I don't know, but I reckon it doesn't matter all that much. But what I CAN tell you is that there's nothing here. So go home already.