It was so dark. So cold. Only thing you do perceive is the steam coming from your breath. The last thing you do remember?
…
You do not remember. There is no you to think or remember
Only cold.
Is that how a jellyfish feels, ey? No consciousness, no neurons per say.
Nothing to feel, nothing to fill up the gap in your head. No thing to bother you when you are trying to fall asleep. No funny joke to recall during a funeral. Not even the inner monologue of this - these words are what would’ve formed in your head if you, or any other human for this matter, were able to perceive what is it to be in such state.
Naturally, all you can truly perceive, in its full glory, are your breath and steam coming from it. They’re the two only wee things to be processed by the white meat in your head.
And you’ve processed these two things for, seemingly, infinite amount of time… I would say so, if at this time you were able to perceive the conception of time, of course.
But suddenly, something felt so warm. It appears like you remembered a thing. Your parents, friends and all… Those memories just washed over you, while you just are unable to even fathom them. You feel so, so overwhelmed… They felt as if you were watching a movie while being both mentally and physically disabled to the point of being as simple of a being as a rock. You weren’t able to even form an opinion on what’ve happened, neither able to regret or appreciate your past decisions. Appreciate love given to you by family, or be angry at the illness which killed them both.
And then, a spark - a thought.
It’s so pleasant to think after, whatever it was. But also, a bit unnerving. Unnerving as the cold you now was able to feel, even the incredible warmness of inner memories wasn’t able to compete with it. But you were determined, you digged through your memories until you’ll find the answers on topic of who you are and why you are here
You continued digging further and further into the depths of your cognitum up until one certain moment where you-
Suddenly, breaking the mental peace you were in while reading own memories and breaking your excavations, the melted steal of colours black and gray fall from the skies of this eternal darkness. It fell almost as if into a casting mold of a humanoid shape. With a large back vents on its tuxedo - two to be exact - they’re taking form of two zigzags and are melted from the black steel. Gray one formed their legs and hands and a half of a face. From above did fall a green half-sphere finishing its shape, and as it did, creature filled with details such as golden buttons, white sleeves and some sort of a jabot resembling white feathers. A golden, splitten in middle, halo formed on its head. On the golden texture of it were uncountable amounts of white crosses, and some of which were hanging off of its halo by certain white strings. In the end, a face appeared on them, it looked as if it was drawn by a child, just a curve for a mouth and two ellipses for eyes.
As transformation took place, a creature, or a deity, spoke in rather cheery manner
“How art thou doing lad? Art thou expecting any guest? I shalt gently advise thou not to do the scream neither use the steal nor to write thy will on a paper with a quill.”
Creature spoke as counted on its three fingers, as it sayed “on a paper with a quil” for each word did appeared a brand new finger
“Thou art…”
For a moment creature attempted to look concern covering its face with the hand, on which additional fingers did disappear. But then it jumped and spoke at once
“A winner!”
“In the lottery of life, since good ol’ pal of thine - “Trickster” - points at themselves - shalt give thou whatsoever thee wanna! So, please, what is that thee desire?”
It was a rather curious situation, which included a curious fellar of him, but the only thing you cared at the moment was the unbearable cold you felt at the moment. Naturally, it was your first request.
“What? It’s cold thee speak? There is no such thing as cold, my friend. Only infinite amount of fun and games! Come on, thou be having a genie lamp on thine hands and thou shalt doth no thing with that? What art thou? A buzzkill?!”
The thing pretended to look offended, its expression was incredibly exaggerated.
Naturally, you repeated your request, saying that the other wishes can wait.
“No-no, thou canst not just turn off my proposition here! I’m offering thou literally anthything! All thee ever wanted, money, power, adventures, fine lasses - all of it!”
The creature flied into air making a celebrating gesture mid-air as it conted your possibilities.
“Mayhaps even at once… If thoust tastes this extravagant.”
A little, almost humble, “Tee-hee” can be heard as creature covered its “mouth” with a hand
You were practically screaming for help, as you felt that your inners were freezing under the temperature of less then 0 by Kelvin… Did you even had inners at the moment?
“Sigh, I see what thou mean buddy, I canst not help with the weather of local. Please, just ignore the cold. Thou see, all I want is, for thou to be happy. For all of thee”
“…”
“… No, I canst not just let thou go, I literally am unable, there art greater powers than thine buddy of Trickster, and they doth not seem to share same ideas and motives as I do. Just please, ask for something.”
You do realize how much better it actually was not to feel, you now are afraid of being alife, of feeling this cold.
“Thou want me to left thee alone? I-in this cold and darkness… ALL UCNOUCNIOUS?!.. W-what art thou, some kind of nihilist!”
The deity jumped high taking its face in hands, one on a chin and another one on a forehead of their, making a scared expression
You can barely understand what is going on in here, you feel incredibly overwhermled by both the weather and mannerism of the creature. You are asking if you are already dead.
“No, thou art not dead, thou canst not just die! Please stop both wasting the time of mine and asking such ridiculous things! Let us establish few things in here, thou art stuck in the dusk of unknown finity and I - a God! - be offerring any kind of pleasure to thee for an incredibly cheap price of free! And thou art asking if thou art dead and if I can turn off the cold of this! Also I shalt say, for thee to know, my patience - his face turned into a drawing of him which tapped his fit looking at clock - and the time, - his “caricature” zoomed into his clocks, as now his face was a ticking clock - which I can offer you both got not the same finity as the place of this!” - He spoke as his face returned to normal.
As you finally gave up on trying, you attempt to ask the God of this what was he able to do for you. It still was too cold to speak, but, you attempted.
“Anything. I can create a world for you. A one thou would actually like”
You agreed. And lived happily ever after. Thought, it still was unbearably cold, but noone from this little world of fun and games, which you both created, not seemed to share this feeling of lack of warmness. You died in this world of ilness - same as your parents from your previous life - at a respectable age of 86, you had 3 kids - Kyle, Herald and Julia. Was married to a woman named Hannah Pilsey. After death, you went to heaven and it was the way you always expected it to be, based on old religious books. You barely remember your encounter with the deity, only thing that recalls you of its existence is the eternal coldness, which bothers you even in the realm of the God.