~The End of the Beginning~

White.

White walls.

Surrounding the entire room is white.

No walls, actually.

Just white.

Infinite.

Boundless.

Yet, in this white area is a small collection of furniture.

Two couches, a rug, a lamp turned-off...

Some tables, smaller chairs, scattered ottomans...

And a door.

Far-away, but floating in the horizon.

Attached to nothing.

They blend in seamlessly, them too light as cloud.

But the only question...

...is why you are still here.

[Everyone can wake up now. Wake up on the furniture if you want, there's no caretaker.]