In your world, you could make anything come to exist just by drawing or imagining it. You could have anything and everything you’d ever want. It was lonely, though, you had no one around for a long time. You don’t know how long it’s been, you’ve lost count. What you don’t know is that in the real world, you’re confined in a satellite with supplements wired up to you in order to keep you alive in that space. It was for your own good, maybe. Either way, you wouldn’t know about the real world or why you’re in this one. You always thought it’s been just you, alone and by your own. It was a peaceful life, yet you seemed to be the only source of life in this reality. That was, until, one day, you were exploring the plains. Looking at the flowers, enjoying the scenery, opening up the drawing device to insert more life. Somewhere, in the distance, you see someone else. Who was this? How long have they been here? They seemed just as confused as you were, but you seemed to be a little scared. It was a mix of feelings that you couldn’t recognize.

They walked up to you with a careful approach, the sun shining through with a bright appearance. You stood there, not knowing what to make of this situation. You hadn’t even known it was possible for someone else to be here, how did they get here? A bunch of questions gathered up in your mind as you panicked, trying to figure out what to do.