What is this place?  Screaming into the blackness all around, nothing replies.  There is no echo, no sound at all just, pure, uter void. How one could find themselves in this place between places is a question with no idea or answer. Time does not flow here, at least from what I can decern.  The laws that once governed life have no belonging here, the laws I took for granted now but fleeting thought. The body I once knew is now a fading veil into this darkness, there is no pain, or hunger, or thirst anymore; just a numbness that doesn't belong. The mind wanders here, memories and thoughts playing like old film slowly burning away. There is no escape from this place, home is but a forgotten memory; maybe this was always home.