2 Why is it always an infinite white space.

[...And that's why you are forced to travel the multiverse.]

"Waitwaitwait, TIME OUT!! You completely skipped through way too much stuff there; let's start from the beginning, like, where... No, WHAT is this place?!"

I was playing Yugioh, and suddenly I was here, on a white space that goes on as far as the eye can see, and a floating box is somehow 'talking' to me, if by talking I mean using a dialogue box that somehow looks like it came from a video game.

[This place is a Realm, a domain that can hold multiple dimensions; in specific, this is a Realm of nothingness.]

'Nothingness? Well, I guess that's true, there's nothing here'

"But I still don't understand how I ended up in the middle of a multiverse of nothing; wasn't I simply playing a children's card game?"

[You were going to be sent to another universe by a god so he could accomplish a Wish; however, during the process of eliminating your existence in your own world and sending you to the next, another Wish found you.]

"Someone wished me to be isekaid? That's weird; I don't know anyo-... Wait, you just said something scary there."

[Elaborate.]

"You know what I mean! What is this about eliminating my existence?"

[In order to prevent anything from tracking the god of ■■■■ named ■■■■■■, your entire existence in your universe was erased; this means the fact you were ever born does not exist, the fact you ever met that god does not exist, the fac-...]

The list goes on, but a sense of dread stops me from reading the rest. This feeling comes because I tried and tried, but no matter what...

'I can't remember.'

My friends, my family, my house, my name, my face, my...

Everything. Gone.

"Hey! Is there a mirror around here?"

Wordlessly, the chat window appears before me, but instead of words, 'someone' is there.

I don't know who or what that is; it looks human, but I simply can't figure out any detail. Like looking at an unfinished drawing, all I can somewhat comprehend is their face, a look of worry. A feeling of dread filled my mind, and then I moved.

I move my arm, and they move their arm; any move I make, they repeat, and it's obvious why: what I'm looking at is MY reflection in this mirror. I thought being able to see my face would help me calm down, but instead it made me fall deeper into despair, and as I was about to have a existential crisis, *DING*, a sound comes from the *mirror*, except now it is back to showing words, but what was written made me question everything, but for a different reason.

[School Live. An anime. Do you remember it?]

"What?..."