'Where am I,' Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos thought to himself as his consciousness flickered into what seemed to be an eternal and endless darkness. He was floating midair in a lying position, and with a simple exertion of control, he adjusted his body, changing his position as his feet made contact with the 'ground' of the endless darkness.
'Is this a part of my soul, like an unexplored region, or my sea of consciousness?' he thought to himself. Aaaninja didn't dare claim he knew everything about the soul. Just because he had studied it extensively in case he ever lost his connection to Time under any circumstance didn't make him a master of it, nor did it grant him absolute authority over its endless and enigmatic depths.
