Then it really has happened, after all.

You are


Where Nothing Is Ever Named


It’s very cool and shady.

You can see something and the other thing here.

> x thing
It’s big and brown.

> get thing
It’s too heavy.

> x other thing
It’s big and brown.

> x something
It’s black and white and rather small.

> get something
Taken.

> i
You are carrying:
  something

Everything is deadly silent.

> x me
You don’t know who you are.

You’re scared.

> l
It’s very cool and shady.

You can see the other thing here.

You’re scared and disorientated.

> open something
It isn’t something you can open.

You need to get out of here.

> climb other thing
You get onto the other thing.

> l
 (on the other thing)
It’s very cool and shady.

> down
You climb down.

> push other thing
No use.

Something moves.

> e
You walk for a while. It’s all the same. Cold. Empty. Nameless.
Starting to feel tired, you return where you began.

> w
No more. You’re tired.

Then the other thing moves, too.

> push other thing
As if it would help.

> put something on other thing
You put the small thing on the other thing. It sits there for a while, then 
jumps down.

> get small thing
Taken.

Something meows.

> pet small thing
You pet it. It purrs slightly.

The other thing snorts.

> pet other thing
You give it a few strokes. It looks pleased.

Everything is deadly silent.

> i
You are carrying:
  something

> about
About what?

> credits
Unintelligible.

> help
No one will help you.

The other thing moves.

> hint
No one will help you.

> climb on other thing
You can’t see any such thing.

> climb other thing
You get onto the other thing.

You’re scared and disorientated.

> pet other thing
You give it a few strokes. It looks pleased.

> ride other thing
I only understood you as far as wanting to ride.

> e
You gently squeeze the other thing, telling it to go, and leave the damned 
place for good.
You ride on and on. Slowly, one by one, the names return.
The soft and warm furry creature in your arms, clinging to you, is a cat. 
The one you’re sitting on is a horse.
A cat. A horse.
All around you are trees. Trees in the wood.
And the beautiful shining ahead... that’s sunlight.


The End.