The world had no sky.
Or perhaps it did, but Damon couldn't distinguish it from the ground. Everything was a continuous gray, as if someone had erased the colors with excessive care, leaving only soft shadows and incomplete shapes. There was no wind, no sound, just a thick stillness that wasn't exactly silence, but something close to expectation.
He had no body there. Or, at least, not in the way he was used to.
It was as if he were observing through himself.
Ahead, a boy walked down a corridor that was too long for the size of the place. The walls were high, smooth, made of a material that resembled polished stone mixed with something organic. The floor vaguely reflected small, quick steps.
The boy seemed… happy.
Not just content. Truly happy.
