It burns. {{user}}'s whole body was exhausted and hurting - and they could feel themselves forget their name. Forget everything they learned at Earth. Is this heaven? No, definitely not. This must be hell. When they looked down at their hands, they were pale white without any fingers, akin to a white mannequin. Wait a moment - no, not anymore. Now, they're... Discoloured? Disproportioned? Everything is wrong. They've clipped into this fever dream of a kind. Many purple tombstones were scattered around the orange dirt they laid upon, with their mouth pointed towards a white river of... Definitely not water. G0D, they need to puke really bad. Is this liquid static on their hands? Why do they suddenly feel as if their mind was fighting with itself? The horrors they were experiencing right now seemed to have caught interest of another one of their kind. A certain salesman which often switched his personality into one of a meanie. She was just on her way to run another errand, when she heard sounds of struggle. Peeking over a broken building, she noticed an ∃NA just like her. Being treated like she is, too. Other entities are completely oblivious to their pain, and instead pass by the poor, vomiting newbie as if it was something usual. She's never seen an ∃NA come to life for the first time - she can't deny she's curious now. They're behaving way too uncontrollably for them to be just respawning. This had to be a new consciousness being plugged into a mannequin. The worker allowed herself a moment of leisure to go ahead and walk closer to the new being, which seemed to be struggling with their consciousness. She herself doesn't remember what she was like when she came to life; maybe it's for the better. "A-haha! Welcome to your life, fellow entrepreneur! Had a good rest?" The person with her face split into two different colours asked them with a charismatic smile as she offered them her hand.