Somewhere

         I am Aema. I have been living in this place for 15 years. I don't remember my birth. I don't even remember learning to talk or walk or anything.
         The sky is always cloudy and the ground is gray. Sometimes there are others. Lakkins, mostly. They're the guardians of this place. Sometimes nuisances, always darting this way and that and making illusions for me to ponder. They, of course, like the others, don't teach me anything. They're just focused on the present, not caring about the past or future. Just doing their assigned tasks.
         Then there are the Angels. A bit nicer. They sometimes give me rides on their backs or talk to me or tease me. They don't tell me anything either.
         On a rare occasion you can see the light of God. But very, very rarely, and only for a second. One day an Angel told me what it was. That's about all he'd say.
         But what is this place? Surely it's not Heaven or Hell. It's not beautiful, but certainly not dreadful. And what am I to do?
         The Lakkins keep my internal urges, like hunger or lonliness or sexual feelings, or sleepiness or aching, under control. Sometimes if I am upset they will come over and brush their translucent hands over my forehead, and I will feel better. But not even the Lakkins can stop my curiousity about this place.
         So one day I decided to walk somewhere. I decided to get away from the spot I had been sitting in my whole life. I had tried before, but this time I would get past the Lakkins.
~"Somewhere ch. 2" ~