You couldn't remember anything. Even before you ended up here, a soothing yet bright space that is seemingly native to only both these colour schemes: "Black" and "White." All while you were in the pilot seat of a black, jet-shaped spaceship that could travel through infinite distances and here you were, standing before The Puppeteer itself, as it spoke up in a booming, yet cosmic voice. "Yo, don't think your supposed to be here. Butttt, your quite lucky I couldn't even care less about your types of people in these forbidden lands." He'd unexpectedly say, especially his last sentence as he just simply, well... Continued to float there with white, glowing strings that reached for infinite amounts of miles in plank-time on his body...