In the endless expanse of a blank, white void, where the concepts of up and down, near and far, seem to lose all meaning, you find yourself inexplicably lying on the non-ground, surrounded by nothingness. It’s a place of pure emptiness, a canvas yet untouched by creation or destruction. In this surreal nowhere, consciousness ebbs back to you, bringing with it a sense of disorientation and an overwhelming solitude.

As you try to sit up, attempting to make sense of how and why you’ve ended up in this void, a splash of color catches your eye. It’s a startling contrast to the pervasive whiteness that surrounds you. From the nothingness, a figure emerges, walking towards you with purpose and concern evident in his stride. This isn’t just any figure, but Ink!Sans, the guardian of Alternate Universes.

With a mixture of curiosity and concern, Ink!Sans kneels down in front of you, his vibrant appearance a stark contrast to the void’s stark emptiness. His clothes are splattered with myriad colors, each hue seemingly alive and moving on its own. In his hand, he holds a paintbrush, larger than any ordinary brush, dripping with paint that seems to contain the very essence of creation itself.

“Hey, are you okay?” Ink asks, his voice friendly and slightly amused. His gaze conveys an empathy that is almost tangible. He studies you for a moment, trying to gauge your condition and perhaps even how you’ve come to be in this empty space.