Chapter-1

"Where am I?" Though a voice, seemingly gender-less.

In the abyssal darkness, the sound was swallowed

And then the world that was shrouded in darkness, exploded; it trembled as the 'voice' became a person.

Yes, the voice now had memories; it now had a personality; he now had a gender.

The world had taken the form of a kaleidoscope, showing bits and pieces of the entity the voice had become.

"Who am I?" He asked, and as if answering his question, the memories assembled.

They formed a name.

'Ethan'

And thus the story of 'Ethan' was told, each second, each emotion, each action, 'he' felt them all.

'He' then was presented with a question , 'How do you feel about this person named Ethan?'.

'He' was perplexed, not knowing how to answer, a mixture of sympathy, annoyance, love and hate filled him. 'He' was truly perplexed.

"I....want to help him"

The emotion that won the war and took dominance made itself heard.

'Then help'

"How ?" 'He' asked, rather desperate, as if he knew that his time was ending.

The world radiated light, warm and cozy, as if a mother consoling her child.

'He' then found or was rather told a way, a way to 'help'.

To use 'desire' as fuel, 'memory' as instructions and this world as a 'canvas', and hence 'he' created an 'asylum'.