ERIS
The first thing I felt was nothing.
Not pain. Not heat. Not the fire that had been eating me alive from the inside out, turning my bones to kindling and my blood to ash.
Just… nothing.
Which was strange enough that I opened my eyes.
Or thought I did. It was hard to tell when there was nothing to see, when existence had gone soft and formless around me like someone had taken the world and blurred all its edges until definition became optional.
I knew this place.
The weightlessness. The endless grey-white expanse that wasn't quite light and wasn't quite dark but something suspended between the two. The way sound felt muffled, like I was underwater but could still breathe, still think, still be even though being itself felt questionable.
The in-between.
