Reality

Water trickling, dust absorbing the wind, and forming an image, though white as snow, faceless and void, sitting on edge of Existence, the image turned into Lex.

He was clad in white, neat, groomed, and shaven. A voice made his ears twitch and his eyelids part. He woke up searching for the voice, when he got up, he staggered. His balance regained, he went in search of the voice. He got to an end and found out the voice called from the opposite direction of the white environment. There seems to be no exit.

Is this an Asylum? He asked himself.

Lexington.

He searched for the voice. Nowhere.

Lexington, why do you ignore my call?

Huh?

The next thing was a transition, with a much clearer voice. It called on to him like a missing child whose mother called out to them.

“Lex?” A voice in the back