The transition of his consciousness from his physical body to Inside his soul space was instantaneous now. He had been coming here more often now and that only made his experience much more normal.
He had gotten used it.
As he opened his eyes, he was once again standing in the barren and desolate land of his soul space. The scorched earth was split from many laces as though something enormous had pressed down on it from above.
The sky above was the deep, still grey of a place that existed outside of weather and time, and in the distance the horizon was a smear of low amber light that had been there every time he visited and had never changed.
He looked down at himself. He was in solid form.
He turned toward the figures and started moving. There was one thing he had not been able to figure out, every time he entered here... he found himself in that same place, rather than close to the center where the souls were imprisoned.
