looking around I see nothing, just white. Except for me, there is nothing.For hours I walked forward, but nothing. I continued to walk till I got hungry, till I was exhausted, and I continued for days.
Till I finally saw something just far away. It was just a point on the horizon, but I started to run with all I had left. When I got there, it was just a bookcase with only one book on magic. Desperate, I read the title: "Conjuration for the Dumb". Reading it, it spoke about using the imagination, focusing the energy of life, and willing it. Throwing the book to the ground, I started to get hopeless. What is going on, did I do something to someone, am I being punished, fuck.
After a day of nothing, I just read that conjuring book. It was the only thing here, so I read it again and again and again. I don't know what is going on. It's been days, shouldn't I die of dehydration or starve? I feel the hunger and thirst, but I can't seem to die. Please let death take me. I have been here for at least 12 days. I lost track of time after what I think to be the tenth day. I started to write on the ground with my blood. Every time I wake up, I add a bar vertically, and every time I finish the book, I add one horizontally. For now, there are 2 vertical bars and 6 horizontal ones.
Right now, it's been 30 days since I started counting, and I started to train physically, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and using the bookcase as weight. Lately I have stopped reading the book and just started to recite it by heart. The hunger and thirst never stopped growing in me. If I don't find something to eat fast, I don't know what I'll do.
It's been two days since the start of my training. Falling to the ground, I let the exhaustion settle. I dream about food, about everything I ate and drank in all my life, and when I wake up I see a burger and a glass of water. Not thinking about anything, I rushed, ate and drank like a wild animal. When there was nothing left, I looked around. There was nothing new: the book, the bookcase, and the stain of blood I left.
Thinking about it, there are three really weird things: the burger was freshly made, hot, and the water was cold; the taste was the same as a burger place I went to when I was young; and lastly, the place has been closed for at least five years. So either someone kidnapped me and found the person who made the burger in my childhood, put it next to me when I was asleep without making a sound and left no track behind, or I made it. Looking at the book that I read a thousand times in the last 32 days on conjuration, focusing and pulling every thought into it, I willed the exact same burger to appear in front of me. And then a light flashed in front of me and a burger dropped to the ground. Looking at my hands, I just did magic. Real magic.
The book is true. I just made something out of my will. Basically, in the book, the way to conjure things is to will it to be. The start of the book is about making elements, but the later parts are about making real mechanisms, like if I want to make a car, I can imagine it as different parts or directly make it all. And the last part is about organic matter. I can't make anything alive but I can make a body.
There are 3 fundamental things to be able to conjure: first is the will — you are making something from nothing, you are creating matter, so you need to move the world, make room for the matter; secondly, you need energy, any energy, you just need to be able to transform it; and lastly, you need knowledge, but more like what it is before its content — if I want to make any manga, I just need to know paper, ink, and plastic, not the page-by-page manga.
So maybe I can make other books about magic, maybe even one on how to get out of here. Trying to make it with all I can, giving my all, there is light and a book appears in the air, but before I could make any move, I fall down and pass out.
Waking up, I see a book about teleportation. Reading it, there is nothing about going to another world or traveling to another dimension, but I first try to teleport with a magic circle. Conjuring a felt pen and copying the circle on the ground, taking a step back to look at it.
Ok, let's try. Sitting cross-legged on the ground and focusing, I teleport, but I feel lightheaded. Fuck, I don't have much energy. Ok, I can't seem to teleport again for now. Let's conjure something to eat and train physically.
[500 years later]
In an infinite blank, a man with long white hair is seated on the terrace in front of a wooden house. Setting a book on the table in front of him, he starts to walk, muttering something under his breath. In a world of nothing, wind starts to pick up, then lightning appears around him, and the world starts to rumble. When he finishes, a bright flash appears, blinding anything and anyone for at least thousands of kilometers.