A flickering light. A weird sensation. A fuzzy feeling all over.
"So the gods have let me die? At least they've given me mercy. Im not in hell." Bob said.
No sooner did he say that when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Then he felt no air, no breath. Tasted raw blood. And it ended as soon as it started.
"Dickson....Bob...Still alive...."
Bob turned towards the source of the sound. Was he dead?
He saw the glowing figure, standing on the floor in front of him. No, not standing. Floating.
It was him, or at least looked like him. Another version of Bob.
He then realised where he was.
They was standing, or floating on a white tiled floor, which shifted colours every moment. But a light, a glow shone through it, like how sunlight shines through the deep waves of the ocean.
Bob took his eyes away from the floor, and tried to look at the figure, but the figure was very blurry. Yet it radiated light and warmth. He took a shaky step towards the other version of himself.
"Confusing, isn't it. You are in the state of life and death. You've been blessed with life, yet you are trapped in death." The figure explained. "I am your brain talking to you, or maybe a god is talking to you, through your own brain?"
Bob tried to take all that in, until the figure asked, "Bob, what is the meaning of life?"
"I...don't know." he admitted.
The figure looked sad, and disappointed for a moment. Then, as though he understood something important, the disappointment was replaced with a smile on Bob number 2's face.
"Then go on. Live. Until you are ready to die an actual death. Goodbye. I hope we meet again,when you are ready to move onto the next life. Then we shall talk."
Bob heard the figure's last words, before collapsing into the floor, into darkness.