[A Void ever so bright, infinity a darkness vast,

Time, gone yet ticking.]

[Life heavy burden, death light relief,

unconscious yet thought and memories play.]

[Reality out of touch, imagination so close.

Can a fantasy wish?]

A Voice energetic "welcome to the imaginary"

As he opens from the darkness of his eyelids. He was met with light, a room of white, no light source in site. "Bro over here”

Spoken from behind. Turning around a man, no... A boy stands short barley five feet wearing a black jacket so dark you could just fall into it, his hair seems to shine as if you would fall off if you landed on it, but what was disturbing was the comedy mask. Half of The Mask was painted the same void color as the jacket but where the holes to see out of was just pure white, no gap to be seen, quite the opposite on the other.

“Well look at that the clover can hear after all” the boy.

Clover: “what clover you speak of.”

“You, dingleberry” swiftly the boy

“I am no clover, I am... I’-m, who am I?”

As his crisis means nothing to him, he starts.

“You’re part of a small experiment with the logic of infinity. this is your start and there will be no end for eternity's end will never come.”

Snapping out of it. Clover: “what? Isn't the infinite impossible.”

“...look I'm not here to argue on what should or shouldn't be impossible just think that if it is possible what happens?” an annoyed look is given despite not having his face seen

“Just know this when you wake up find my avatar and play your part, and if you began to question again remember to believe is to see.”

a blink then a basic bedroom with sunlight shining on his face.

“What? Just happen?”