Chapter 3

ohn's life in the void was monotonous yet somehow horrifying. It was a paradox of pure emptiness yet overwhelming suffocation. Time in the void seemed to lose its meaning. Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like seconds. In this terrifying abyss, John found himself reminiscing his past life. The laughters he used to bring out from the audience, the applause, the cheers - everything seemed so distant now. John was no stranger to using humor to mask his fear and the terror of his situation. To keep his sanity, he began to tell jokes to the void, his lone voice echoing off the dark walls. The void was his audience now, and its response was a chilling silence. But John was a comedian, he could deal with silence. The echo of his own laughter became his constant companion in the void.