Reinhard plummeted through darkness, his body unraveling like a poorly knit sweater. His thoughts came next, fragmenting as they fell, evaporating like morning fog beneath a harsh sun.
Memories detached themselves, not vanishing but simply drifting away, excess baggage for this journey.
The stubborn core that had always whispered I am Reinhard grew fainter with each passing second.
Only his essence remained.
A luminous soul, stripped bare of all but its fundamental nature, hurtling through the void toward something waiting below.
He hit.
The surface wasn't water, yet it rippled, and it wasn't air, yet it parted. A sea exists in the space between somewhere unknown, neither physical nor spiritual, but between them.
His impact sent perfect circles outward, each carrying shards of light that shifted through colors no human eye had names for.
