I’ve never actually had to regenerate before. I suppose it’s not so bad, just my consciousness is proof enough I survived whatever kind of defense the Red Eye employed. Ugh, I’d rather not think about that right now.

This space doesn’t seem to end, and I’ve been wandering for some time now.

It’s strange, I can hardly explain it. I feel alive, but not yet living. There’s this almost subconscious air of dread, but I’m not sure what it is I’m anticipating.