I don't know for how long I've been searching this endless realm of chaos, but it has been long enough for me to forget what it was that I even began searching for.
Everything changes as I move. I don't know what is landscape and what is living. Sometimes there's so much beauty, all I can do is sit and stare. Other times, I'm filled with dread and move fast so that everything changes faster.
I feel no hunger, nor thirst, nor fatigue. And I just now realised: I don't know who or what I am. I suddenly fear - will I even remember recording these thoughts? Does it really matter?
Why do I exist? If there's any reason at all...