This is only half of what I have done, and that isn't done yet.

(This will hopefully become a performance thing, so I'm only going to post what is essentially the introduction. I feel it safe to post this part pre-performance because the only way I could get this to work live would to have a narrator, so it might actually help anybody who sees the possible performance to read this beforehand. I'll shut up now.)

The Man and the woman
When The Man first awoke in the curious place, he found he could not move. More specifically, he could barely control his movements. He also realized that he had lost all of his personal memories. He still had the universal memories regarding speech, gesticulation, and overall general knowledge. For instance, he had no idea if he had any siblings or not, but he knew what the word “sibling” meant. He looked around his self as well as he was capable, only to discover nothing. Every direction he looked, there was only whiteness. It was not bright or blinding, or even unpleasant, it just was. The Man had a sneaking suspicion that this place had always appeared in this manner, and always would. He realized that, not only was there nothing but white, but there was no horizon. There was no perspective in this affable, barren world, as no lines of any sort could be discerned. He felt as if he were lying upon a smooth, solid surface, yet he could not see it when he turned his head to place his cheek adjacent to the invisible plane. He subconsciously expected it to be cool to the touch, but it did not seem to have any temperature at all. After taking in his meager surroundings, The Man tried to study his own body. When he looked at his hands, he was greeted with those of a newborn. His body was a virgin to this world, so it took on a form. The Man then realized that, due to the absence of everything, he had lost all perspective of time. He had no idea how long he had been there, prone upon the ethereal ground. Time was of no importance in this place; it’s meandering passage akin to a mortally wounded animal: desultory, arbitrary, and desperately lingering. The maturity of The Man’s body flicked through the ages that comprise the life of the common man: one instant The Man was a trembling elderly figure prone upon the vaporous floor, the next a curious infant with eyes like plates, the next an adolescent form wallowing in it’s own pubescence. Eventually The Man learned to control the fleeting rhythm of time by counting seconds in his mind, changing his own perception of time’s passage. This mental metronome resulted in The Man’s body taking the shape of a middle-aged human male. He drew himself up to his new height in order to gain some bearings in this alabaster desert, only to be reaffirmed that there were no bearings to be had here. He tried walking, but found this automatic task to be perceptually onerous, as he could not see where to place his next step. The entire process resembled the unexpected stomp accompanying the miscalculation of the number of steps one must climb. As with the problem of time-fluctuation, The Man grew accustomed to the issue of walking, and began what would become a trek that would have circumvented the planet Earth twelve times over and lasted countless years. This fact went unnoticed by The Man, as he soon realized that he did not tire or require sustenance in this place. The Man was employing a similar tactic to those lost in a desert or ocean with no sense of self-placement or direction and no hope of rescue: move in a straight line until something changes. Near the end of his oblivious journey, The Man noticed a subtle change in the landscape: a nearly imperceptible speck became visible where the horizon would be. This was the first evidence he had that he was actually moving at all. He continued walking toward the speck for what seemed, for the first time in this place, to him to be eons. He finally had a goal, a purpose in this pointless realm, and the thought of such thrilled him. The Man had something to strive for, a solid plan. Eventually, this newfound goal drove him to the brink of insanity. Like Tantalus in Hades, what he desired most seemed beyond his grasp, as the speck seemingly never changed in size. His gait quickened, and the engine driving his lust pushed to the threshold of chaos. He had regressed to a mindless animal, his entire existence predicated upon this mystery speck in this mystery world. This fervor continued for what would have been 50 years on Earth, absorbing his self with insatiable fire. At long last, The Man saw the speck grow at a torpid rate, but grew it did. This only pushed The Man even farther. Now the speck was the size of a dime, now a penny, now a quarter. He could discern that the speck was shaped like a person, for he could see blotchy limbs and a blurred silhouette. The figure seemed to be sitting, but upon what was invisible to The Man. He assumed this was because of the vast distance that still separated the two life forms, but came to realize the reason for the lack of seating assistance: there was none. This new figure seemed to know how to work the environment to its will. This revelation lead The Man to believe this stranger to have the answers to his heretofore unasked questions. This pushed him further yet, and the rest of his journey was a dead sprint, which brought on a curious sensation. He was moving faster than he had ever thought possible, yet he was not tiring. He was not even straining. So he ran faster, and faster, and faster, until he was but a color smear on a white canvas. He stopped moving his legs, but convinced his mind that his body was still running, and he moved faster still. He rotated his body all around, but he knew he was still zooming toward the other figure. He was flying without wings or machine, the first human to achieve this feat. He lapsed into a period of joyous oblivion at this point, flitting back and forth as a hummingbird upon first flight. He soon re-realized his task, and turned to face his objective with a newfound calm. While standing stock-still, he had himself moved to the figure in an instant, and in mere moments was standing right next to the figure, which had become a young woman with an air of boredom about her. She did not notice him, as he was over her slumped right shoulder, and her head was resting in her right hand with her elbow upon her right knee. The Man cleared his throat to announce his presence, and the woman lifted herself up soundlessly to face him. Her face was graced with a distant curiosity, and her eyes gleamed with obvious age, despite her youthful appearance. The first words The Man heard in his new existence were: “So that’s what humans look like. I’ve always wondered.”