A massive white tiger sat quietly at the center of a dark, empty stage. He didn't move; he didn't shake; even his tail didn't swish around.
The massive tiger just sat there, still as a rock.
Its piercing predatory eyes were open, but it wasn't really looking at anything. Everywhere was dark because that was how it was supposed to be.
This was Chen's mind space, and the large white tiger at the center of the black stage was none other than Chen.
Chen was frozen like this because his mind was inactive. There was no information coming in, no signals going out, and therefore no activity to base action on.
He was just there, existing for the simple sake of existence.
The area in front of and around him was not a vast stretch of darkness; it was just an empty mental wall, preventing him from seeing all the things that would remind him who he was.
How long had he been sitting here? He didn't know. What was he doing before he was made to sit here? He also didn't know
