Abstract Story

Hello. I am Story.

If we've met before, you'll know what I expect from you.

If this is your first time here, allow me to introduce myself.

I am Abstract Story.

Is your name a mystery? Please introduce yourself and let your words be heard. Are you ashamed of something? Yes, so I'm listening...

I sincerely believe that our relationship will be more than just your reading. I'd like to talk with you.

If you think you can't handle it, then leave. I want to talk, and only full cooperation will be what we both truly desire.

Remember, only a fool acts against their will. So choose. Go ahead and talk, or stay here.

If you've managed to make a decision and are ready to talk, you've earned my admiration. Because, despite everything, it was a difficult decision. It's not uncommon to talk with content. But is it really so?

Let's agree that our platform for communication will be the realm of imagination. And if I ask you a question, you'll answer it by thinking the way I want you to. If I ask you about your favorite color, you'll imagine that color. Shall we try it? I want to see you flood your thoughts with some color. Maybe red? Or green? Blue.

If, while reading these words, you imagined each of the colors I mentioned, one by one, then you're on the right track. Because that's exactly what I meant. Now imagine your own favorite color. And let that color guide you, let it serve as a backdrop. Because we'll be transported somewhere else.

Welcome.

A room. Four walls, you decide what color they are. What color did you choose? Just as I thought. A mahogany table in the center. On it, a piece of paper. Blank, unwritten. Come closer and look at it. Is there anything special on it? No? And try turning it over and looking at the letters you see there. See? Focus, try to make out a single word. Hard, isn't it? But I'll help you.

The first words are: Hello. I am a story. Does that ring a bell? Now try to decide if you're actually reading that note or listening to what I'm saying. Don't make a decision too quickly. I might not be there. You see the note, after all. Look at the next words.

"If we've met before, you'll know what I expect from you."

So what do you think? You have to make a decision. Look around at these walls you've created. See how clear this note is. After all, you're creating it, and you're reading the words from it, right? So, say this: I'm reading from a note in this room.

Yes, I am a note in this room. And you, you're in this room, whether you like it or not. You're here because I'm counting on your cooperation and I'm asking you to read what you're reading.

Please turn the page over again and see its emptiness. This time, pure, white as clouds. And turn it over again. There's text. Look around these walls. Are you in this room or not? I wish you were there, and you must be if you want to read and discover what's next.

Imagine yourself in this room. You're sitting on a seat next to the table. In front of you is only a piece of paper, this time a page filled with writing. Look at the next words.

"You are here, and I know it, we are both here." I admire you for that. You sit and look, you notice the words, and you do as I ask. But what next? Look around the room.

The walls are filled with the color you created. This room is tiny, isn't it? How big do you think it is? 4 meters long, the same width, and the height? I think three, but it's up to you how big it will be. So? Just don't exaggerate. This is an ordinary room.

And you're completely alone in it.

Don't you ever get the impression that it's awfully quiet in here? If you're saying my words are taking the place of music, I'm very pleased, but is that really the case? Perhaps it would be worth considering some melody. Look, right under the table, which you might have missed, there's a tiny radio.

Do you have any favorite songs that you can easily recite? If so, show me. Put the radio on the table and turn it on. Let your melody resonate in this little room. Go on, go on. Let the music flow from you. It's immediately pleasant here, isn't it?

You're also pleasant to look at. You're sitting at the table, listening to the radio, turning the page over in your hands. Do you want to read more? Or perhaps you'd like something else?

So grab a pen, the one you have in your hand, and start writing on the page where there's no content. You're probably asking: But what should I write? That's it.

Write: Hello. I'm in a story. I'm sitting in a room with four walls. I colored them myself. I chose the height myself. There's a radio in front of me, and I can hear the music playing. I hold a pen in my hand and write the words that Abstract Story dictates to me, though for a moment I felt like I was

creating them myself. Right? An illusion? Let's return for a moment to a realm other than this room. Didn't you feel like you were there for a moment? Creating an image, an illusory view, isn't all that difficult after all. You imagined yourself in this room, and when I asked for music, we heard something, right? And didn't you feel like the words you were reading came from that piece of paper that was there? I'll surprise you. I was really there. Yes, yes. That piece of paper is me. Think about one aspect too. Since you were there and created the illusion, maybe you are actually responsible for the content of this story?

And if not? To experience the rest of the story, you must return to the room, sit comfortably at the table, turn on the radio, and read the words on the page.