He woke up.
He was certain he'd opened his eyes, but he couldn't see a thing, as if he had no pupils.
Uncomfortably, he reached up and rubbed his eyes. Only then did he see a world.
Everything was made of blocks.
The ground was square, the trees were square, the stones and water were square. Even the clouds and the sun were square.
He looked down and saw a pair of black shoes, blue jeans, a light blue short-sleeved shirt, and pale brown skin... All square, too.
He looked up and saw a line of text floating above his head:
Steve.
"My name is... Steve?"
At the same time, someone sat in a luxurious room countless distances away, "enjoying life."
If not for the outrageously lavish mansion, you might have been fooled by his brown-and-gray outfit.
He suddenly froze and gazed into the distance, murmuring, "No way... He's awake?"
