Update: I got experimented on for who knows how long.

Only after seeing a vision of someone waking up in a river and gasping for air did I myself finally wake the hell up, back in that same tube as earlier. I didn't die, I guess, but...

I felt everything.

This has to be real, I don't know why any sane programmers would develop things that would make me feel my body being torn open like it was, and

the way they BOLTED that thing to my skin... god... I managed to craft a glove to hide the scars all over my hand just in case people ask questions.

I know why they tore me open, though, they said I was one of the chosen. They wanted to make a clone of me for them to control.

Their language was downright nonsense before but the more I was tortured; the more of their language and knowledge was, like, downloaded into my brain, or something.

These 'Ender Scientists' as they call themselves definitely didn't expect me to wake up, and as soon as they left I forced my way out and made a run for it.

Who knows where they go when they're not messing with my body, but I don't care. Actually... Actually they can't have her.

I won't let them do all that twisted garbage to me and get to keep a free Kate clone as a reward. I'm taking her too.

She kind of looks a little more like me, but not by much, I think they were in the middle of developing something to make her look more like them, but I'm

putting a stop to this before they make any major changes and give her a 90-foot-long tongue or something.

She keeps muttering something about 'Zach.' Curious. Her memories must have been altered somehow. Maybe mine were supposed to be, too.

The more I'm around her, the more I feel my sense of self slipping. Is it because of her, or the experiments, or this weird, weird world in general?

I don't know.

What happens if I lose myself all the way, who will I become? This isn't just a game anymore, but I wonder now if it ever was.

What I do know is that there is supposedly some sort of main island that used to house a dragon millions of years ago before some interdimensional travellers destroyed it.

That place houses a central portal that will lead back to our overworld.

Apparently, this world is shared across all universes, every dimension has an end, the same end, this end, with the sea apparently being made up of every universe stitched together,

those who fall into it vanishing likely ripped apart and scattered across worlds, becoming one with the fabric of reality.

It's strange to think that one small fall could blink my life out instantly.

I'm scared.