Behold, the Mare Coma, an endless ocean between the make-believe and reality, filling an entire immeasurable space between planes of existence. Amidst this ocean’s currents drifts a hapless individual, forcefully carried by the riptides of time until he finds himself on a solitary island. Familiar, yet disturbingly quiet. A single sign resta on the beach, which says, “Welcome [back] to Haven Station.” Unsure of himself and soaked from head to toe in experiences, he attempts to call out, “Hello? Anyone there? ... Is anyone here alive?” Then he patiently awaits a response.
(I’m writing in the third person here, by the way. Hello there. What have I missed in a year+?)
That one guy who's really good at disappearing at exactly the worst times for some reason.
Who is now here-ish.