At least, you think that's what this is. Considering you're thinking about thinking, that's probably right. You have no name. You're not even sure what a name is. You think you're floating in something with your eyes closed. Whatever eyes are. Maybe you will leave this decision to the voices. They've never talked to you before, yet you know they're there. They've always been there. For your entire minuets of life. You prepare yourself. Let the voices in. What now voices?
Save your place in the CRUNK narrative Load your saved place in the CRUNK narrative
The save and load buttons require cookies to be enabled.