Here, you are nothing.
You are no greater than the space you occupy, these worlds move without you. You are given the fate of a ghost: the absolute freedom to wander anywhere, with the aimlessness that comes with purposelessness. Outside of the black room you are born into, there are only increasingly larger and indifferent universes. Once you phase through the borders of the galaxy and fall into a structure only comprehensible to beings that inhabit it, you may understand how small life is. Its vast emptiness is uncomplicated.