Darkness and silence. Alone with your thoughts. No contact with anyone else for years. Un-breathing. This was your existence for untold centuries as your body was engulfed within the giant pillar of stone. The passage of time was improbable to track in this godforsaken rock, and with only your own brain to keep you company you were going insane. There was no sight, no sound, no feeling, no breathing.
You had no mouth, and yet you must scream.
Until, finally, after what felt like eons, far beyond the natural heat-death of the universe... light. Your vision was returning, your ears were working, your skin was feeling, your lungs were breathing. You were being freed from your pillar prison. It felt as though you were waking from an unspeakable nightmare, and that this light were the very face of God. Finally, after all this time, you could move. You could feel.
You could scream.
That's exactly what you did as you emerged from your rocky cocoon. Infinite centuries of pent up frustration escaped from your strangled throat, one long and uninterrupted stream of rage and insanity, culminating in a cacophony of catharsis. It felt incredible to be able to release your pent up fury like this, as though you were a bottle of seltzer bursting with aggravated pressure. So incredible was this feeling that you were lost in the feeling, the sensation, the moment, for indeed it was the first thing you have ever been able to physically perform ever since your encasement.
Soon, however, your voice gave out, physically incapable of screaming any longer. It was quite a long yell too, perhaps a bit too long for someone in your position. As you gasped for breath, you looked around the vicinity. You were standing in a room made of pure white panels, an antiseptic sort of scent permeated the air. It was a largish room, one that a whole suburban house could fit inside, with a ceiling that suggested you could have it be six stories tall and it'd still contain it all. High up close to the ceiling you could make out what seemed to be a large window, with strange silhouettes shuffling around behind it. Were there still humans on this Earth after all?
That's when you heard a panel open behind you, and suddenly a pleasant aroma lilted about the air. It smelled heavenly. Your stomach began to growl, bringing you to the realization that you've had nothing to eat for who knows how many years it is now. Indeed, food was in the room with you now, specifically a gigantic, hearty steak dinner, complete with a mountain of mashed potatoes, a bushel of buttered green beans, copious amounts of some corn bread, and about a gallon of water. It wasn't long before you dug in, too hungry at first to care about using the provided utensils, instead picking the steak up with your iron gray hands and bringing it directly to your teeth.
Eventually, you slowed down as your stomach began to fill. The utensils began seeing use as you worked on your graciously large meal. Whoever set this out for you must have been eagerly anticipating the day you were finally free from that pillar. You looked at your body more closely. Your skin was as gray as the rock you escaped from, but otherwise it looked normal. Outside of that, you looked buff, as though you'd somehow gotten a full strength workout and never skipped leg day. Your whole body was toned, and your abs were defined. Of course, there was simply no ignoring the fact that you were naked, apparently the process of being trapped in that rock destroyed whatever clothes you used to have, and probably whatever possessions you had on you at the time.
[Moment of truth, are you a boy or are you a girl? What is your name, or do you remember?]
[Also, what is this room and where are you?]