She does not know how she got here. She is alone. The world around her is nothingness, alien yet insubstantial. All is dim blue light, offering her senses nothing to latch onto. Nothing has meaning.
Nothing has existence.
Nothing but herself, submerged in the void. That is not true. She has meaning. She has existence. She has everything that she was, everything that she is, everything that she ever will be, here within her.