Rain falls onto the soft sand of Dawn Island, seeping into the grainy sediment that took multiple millennia to form. A gloomy, greyscale sky looms over the small island, sending down the occasional lightning strike that shakes the ground, causing one’s ears to ring after the thunderclap follows soon after.
A young man lies face-first on the inward shore of the island, slowly rising from his unconsciousness. He opens his eyes, yet he sees nothing. Not a single grain of sand is visible to him…his vision is just a singular, cold color tone. His monotone vision isn’t his first thought, though. He first processes the fact that he’s…alive. He runs his hand along the unseeable sand below him, feeling every moist grain. He’s a person—a person with thoughts. A person with two arms, two legs, a face, a body, a brain…he has everything. Yet…why can’t he see?
He flips himself over to look up at what he thinks is the sky. Interesting…he understands there’s a sky in this world. He understands he lives in a world. He has prior knowledge, basic knowledge in fact. When he tries to think of anything before that…nothing. He looks up at the sky, but he can’t. His head may be facing toward the sky but his eyes still don’t see anything normal except…a colder tone than the one he saw in the sand. He does notice a splotch of a warmer tone behind the gloomy cold tone. It’s circular…and large. He can’t see it, but he understands it’s the sun.
The young man finally stands up, initially struggling to get to his knees, but eventually finding the strength to stand tall. He puts his right hand up to his eyes and tries to feel what’s wrong with them. He runs his hand over them, feeling his eyelids. For a brief moment, they seem to be normal, until he feels the carving of scars on both of his eyes. He brings his hand down, getting a whiff of…decay? He’s confused as most would be. He “looks” around, turning his head to see if there are any “splotches” that contrast with the constant neutral tone that clouds his vision.
When he looks in the opposite direction of the shore, he notices two “figures”. One is warm and on an elevated surface. The other is…colder, also elevated, but lower than the first figure. With nothing and no one else to “turn to”, he trudges toward the figures, completely unaware of what will happen next.
