The man doesn’t see you. He can’t see you. You’re just another lonely ghost. The first thing you notice is the void. The blankness all around. There is nothing. No sky, no grass, no wind, no bird, no trees, no flowers, no sound of the rushing river, nor the sound of cars rushing by on the freeway. Nothing. Nothing except pure, white, nothingness. There’s not even a single drop of sunlight.
It is so bright that you think that maybe you’re going blind. But the man just sits there, staring blankly ahead, as if he was so used to the brightness. Out of habit, you shield your eyes with your hands, you squint and look up, but then remember that there is non sun in this place. Yet the man just stares blankly ahead, not squinting at all.
The man looks tired. Not tired in a normal sense, but tired as in all the colour has been drained out of his eyes, all the life out of his soul, as if there’s an invisible mountain on his shoulders. There’s almost a grey hue about him. It looks like he hasn’t shaven in weeks, maybe months, and his is hair is long and shaggy. He looks so tired. So, so tired. Eyes red and dark circles under his faded brown eyes.

You drift a bit closer then. There’s something that you just noticed, that you didn’t notice before. There’s blood all around him. Dried blood. It stains the white nothingness, and like a drop of blood in snow, it seems so out of place, that bright red on white. You notice the tears dripping down from his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done it,” you hear him say. “I shouldn’t have done it.” His head shakes back and forth slowly as he cries. It’s barely a whisper, but you hear him. You don’t know what he’s talking about, and you have no idea what to do.

And then, almost like you have an elastic band on you, you go flying backwards, and everything disappears, including the man.