Nothing.

Darkness. All encompassing, never-ending, complete and utter darkness. Years of this. Centuries of this. A single being floating amidst the aforementioned nothing.

Then a screen, saying something about being chosen as the next sentient to use a gamer system. Years and years of inactivity slowly shook away as the soul finally had stimulus. The being had vague memories of such things in a past life. Gamer stories, people going on to become heroes or villains, reincarnating in fiction.

Excitement.