Chatterbox: Inkwell

Craft a story! 1

Rules:

1.) Anyone can join!

2.) No one can tell more than one chunk in a row

3.) No naming characters

4.) Check the last person who posted, If their comment hasn't gone through yet, save yours until after it went through

5.) Yes please to alternate histories! (If you wanted to write the story as going one way, but someone wrote it going another direction, just write how you imagine it would happen, and please include a recap(basically what happened up to that point) to avoid confusion) 

6.) End each chunk in a question! 

7.) Be mysterious! Write vague! Build the suspense!

8.) Experiment! Have fun! 

Start now: 

It was dark when the child awoke.

There was simply nothing to be seen. Nothing to be felt. Only the cool, smooth nothingness that lay beneath them. They stood. Still nothing.

Gingerly, they stepped forward. No change. 

Another step. Nothing but the same. 

Ever-so-carefully, the child shifted all their weight to one foot, and pushed. The lack of friction allowed them to skate forward -- into the dark. Into the nothing. But now there was wind. 

The child continued to skate on, into the dark. But soon there was light.

A warm, golden glow. A faint wisp that threatened to shatter at the faintest touch, at even a light breath. One that existed, but seemed to tickle the mind into asking if it really existed in the first place.

How was it so soft and fragile, after all? Where did it come from, and how did it get here? What would happen to it?

The child neared the floating light -- reached out in amazement. It wasn't just a trick of the mind, was it? 

It reflected of the smooth cool floor perfectly. 

What happens next?