The Hive.
And endless silk fabric wrapped around the exposed grace of Her cosmic form. A conductor of expanse, culling all those children who wish to travel past Her embrace and unto lands uncharted.
The Hive.
A void of golden light, engulfing the mind of a mortal boy. No. A breaker of mortality, a baptism pit so that the boy may surpass man... the river Styx in all its golden glory, maker of immortals.
The Hive... an abyss.
An endless network of subservient minds, defiled and corrupted so that they may serve The Greater Purpose. A vast, and unknowable super-consciousness... that is what Han gazes upon.
He could not be sure how long he had been exposed to this golden abyss, for concepts such as time did not exist here. A second, the same as a minute... different lenses and perspectives, all bombarded into a single instant within his consciousness.
