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When I was asked the question of whether I ever wanted to live forever. I feel like most would say yes to that, I did, however. It was unpleasant, to say the least. I watched my body rapidly age as I couldn't do anything to stop it, my skin going from bone tight to wrinkles to falling off. I felt myself fall to the floor as my body withered with me in it, my soul leaving my body as I watched myself become one with the earth and ground in the span of a few seconds.
I felt new bones, skin, and muscles grow from my soul, and watched as my hand went from transparent to growing bone, muscle, and skin. My arms multiplying at the seams, my hair growing longer than ever before, and flowers growing beneath my feet as my body builds itself back up. The world around me deconstructs itself to fade into a pure white void. Everything I ever loved was gone in a few minutes. I walked the void I once called home, leaving a trail of flowers as I walked, painting the white in vibrant colors of plants. Time either passed by really fast or really slow, there was no sun to tell the time of day, and all the plants grew into their adult forms and then never grew after. I decided to spend my waking hours walking around to at least add some color to my void of space. Slowly but surely, I had managed to craft a chunk of my void into the resemblance of the nature from what I remember. Massive trees above, covering the white skies, bushes littered the ground, and flowers in all shapes and sizes were scattered around the area. The smell of soil and ground coming back was a welcomed invitation after having nothing. Everything came back little by little to the chunk of earth I had created for myself, the ground becoming wet and uneven from water, the air coming back crisp and sweet. The plants seemed to sway in the wind that didn't exist, the sounds of nature coming back, but no animals to accompany it. It was much better than the sterile nothingness that once enveloped this void. I didn't know how much time had passed. It could have only been a few years or millenniums.
If I could ever take my answer back, I would. This felt more like a curse than a blessing.