He was confused.
Sure that he had opened his eyes he looked around but saw nothing. Not a velvety blackness but an impenetrable white.
In his mind he walked blindly through it but did not feel his limbs move.
He tried to contact some wispy figures he saw at a distance but his mouth remained closed.
“Where am I?” he shouted with mute lips
No reply came just echoes bouncing like thunderbolts, which, one by one, slammed into his chest.
Interrupted by faraway murmurs he tried to make out the words
Hearing fragments he repeated “something about turning the machine
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