one more time; minecraft, part 1

The silence, in this case, was deafening.

Everything -- but seemingly nothing -- was a buzzing cacophony of sounds, ringing as though the hard ground beneath had just exploded, causing this everything to rumble from the impact. Everything was white, and then it was sketched upon fog, and then it was painted with exploding, almost blinding, colour.

And there I lay, head rested upon the thin bristles of green that only touched the edges of my peripheral, the rest of my vision being a shining cyan sky, only dusted with a tinge of soft orange -- it could be no later than early morning.

A sense of knowing crept dizzily into my head, and a frightening new feeling of confusion. But I certainly had no lack of excitement, despite the coldness of loss at the base of my being. 

Who was I? 

Where have I been? 

What can I do? 

Who can I become?

I almost dared to not move. The near pleasant feeling of nothingness was something I could easily have slipped into. I knew I had already lived, was there a need for me to walk that road once again? I wished so deeply I could know myself, and the name that graced my deeds, of good nature or quite possibly, of bad.

What do I need to know?

Can I find any answers?

Who have I left?

What have I left unfinished?

But upon sitting up, vision glazed and working hard to bring this new world into focus, this world was new, and could provide me nothing of the past. A place of dreams; or perhaps, that is what my last sense of living was. Sharp and so very apparent at first, and then slowing fading when reality finally hits.

I slowly lifted myself off the the floor, struggling at first to find my footing and to settle in a comfortable stance. Before me was my new everything, of near sweet nothingness. The landscape was clear of animal life, dotted with the occasional tree or flower, and spanned further than my fresh eyes could handle for the time being.

Taking my first step felt like an accomplishment; the first touch upon this new land. I hoped to take many more, for even if I had lived before, this was another chance, and I could not bare to waste it.