By Taurus
Part 1 – streetfair1_alpha-v1.6_06/06/20XX
It was a beautiful day out; though the tarmac was sunbathed and hot as the many men present were, a gentle breeze blew through the crowds. They were noisy, cheering about something, but there was also a sort of chant-like rhythm to their stomping and their shouting.
A gasp.
He awoke with a start, evidently startled by the inexplicably clear voice which spoke the line among the crowds.
He tried to look around, but it was of no use. He lay in a grey void, paradoxically brighter under the “horizon” infinitely far away, but darker above. The strange voice came from every direction, even on the cot he lay Wait.
He had no body. Also, how did he know the weather if there was no environment?
If the above made no sense to you, that would be because it made no sense to him as well, but before he could panic, the voice from the ether re-emerged.
