You're kiddin', right?

The figure grows still as you laugh.

"What kind of a lame excuse for a web campaign is this?" you guffaw.

"So... I take it you don't care for imagination," she says, almost sadly.

"The Infinite Dream Campaign?  Yeah, right... Listen, why don't you just grow up and act your age?  It's a stupid idea and a waste of my time!"

"I am sorry you said that."

"Sorry?  You're the sorry one around here.  Now how do I get out of here?"

"You don't," she answers, voice fading. "See, we happen to be about a thousand-odd light years from the nearest planet with an atmosphere.  It was imagination that brought you here.  Actually, it's only been your imagination keeping you al-" Her voice ends, as you realize that sound cannot travel in the vacuum of space.  Since she, obviously, can't exist there either, the shadowy figure vanishes as suddenly as she appeared.  Unfortunately, this leaves you in a cold, starlit void without oxygen.  Fortunately, you aren't alive long enough for true panic to set in.

You Have Died

The Moral Of The Story Is:
Imagination can save your life

(or: Don't mock the Master Dreamer when you're alone in deep space)