"In The Realm Of The All Knowing"

It’s dark. You can only see an abyss devoid of light. How in the world did you even get here in the first place? One minute, you were asleep in your bed and the next, you can’t see anything. You aren’t even sure if your eyes are open. It’s deadly quiet too. For some reason, you feel…contempt in a way. As if whatever anxiety or worries you had magically melted away.
You feel your hands rubbing your eyes and suddenly, you’re blinded by the sudden flash of white. As your eyes manage to adjust to the [sudden] change of scenery, you see a small blob of dark brown in the distance. Your vision wanes, growing from blurry to clear, and now you can see the person ahead of you.
They have their back turned to you and seem to be mumbling about something. Their voice echoes off of the walls, making no sense. They keep mumbling things like “That doesn’t work”, “It makes no sense”, “What if I were to do something else”, and “Organize!” along with a few slight curses. Although, they do seem to have a favor in saying “Ainosid”, which you have no idea what that could possibly mean.
You pick yourself up off of the floor, which is also pure white as well. This is quite the head-pounding headache you got going on there. You lean against the wall (was that always there?) and balance yourself before forcing your weak legs to carry you over to the mysterious person over there.
“Hello? Can you tell me where I am?!” you call out to the person.
Their mumbling stopped as you grew closer and they turned to look at you. “Who are you?”
“My name is [@\> and I have no idea how I got here,” you respond, getting a good gander at the person.
Their face looks young yet weathered by the elements of time. Their strawberry blond hair is a mess, some of it pulled into a small ponytail that was just visible. Their dark eyes look dull and lifeless, unable to tell what color they were supposed to be. They wore a short sleeved dark brown with buttons holding it together. Multiple parts of the shirt were sewn together using different shades of brown, some lighter and some darker. Their pants were near black and seemed dirty and weathered as well.
“…Hello there &-\. I am very busy and I am afraid that I can not help you at the moment,” they said, turning back to their work.
You instantly grew angry. You want a way out of here and whoever this person was was not helping your case whatsoever. You turn them around to face you.
“Listen to me. I need a way back home now,” you demand.
They lightly smack your hands away. “As I have said before [@\%-+, I can not help you. I am extremely busy and can not do anything for you.

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Manuscript, Literature