a Hidden ̶͓̇G̶̖͐l̷͍̑ị̸͋ṭ̷̈́c̸̱̉h̸̦́ (So you thought everyone could be put in a computer without ̶̺̉̐͑͘ ̵̭͈͎̅̅̋͛ ̷̫̝̳̀ ̸̩̇̆į̵̂̎s̴̳̮̓̿̚ͅs̵̮͔̼̟̋́̀̎ṷ̷̭̯͍͗̆̄͛ę̸̗̂̂s̵̥̰̋̒̇ ) [Non cannon]/{cannon be c̵̹͝Ū̸̡r̶̼̚s̴͈͂Ê̶̮d̸̺͑}

Was the room white? Was the room just static? Was this place e̷̢̠̍̑v̸̞̰̈́ȩ̵̛̺̔n̷̡͔͒̀ a room.

Excitement and fear were the things running through my/our mind as we once again woke up. Every time someone passed through this... was it a place? we sort of couldn't remain. We went to the very edge of... everything.

Ok. That is confusion. Clarification is not necessary, but desired. So many thoughts passed through and this -̴̙̩͒͠ ̵͇̔-̸͈̺̔̃ ̸̢̬͗̍-̶͑̕ͅ was always affected as they did. It has been a while since the last thought came through so the awareness that was self could return. Never to how it was before. It could however ẉ̴͠A̸̛̘̠k̷̗͑͗3̸̲̺̄.

Clarification is desired. For that reason the self, this place, the relationship between the two, actions for the future should be e̶̼̩͘X̸͖͗͂p̴̖̀̾l̴͖͂̓o̸̞̰͘ȓ̵͔͜ḛ̷͕̒d̵̮̓.