All around him, Baruch saw dense darkness and mist.
Twirling in the same spot, his mind raced as he looked in different directions. He didn't hear his heart beat, but the sense of awe and fear still clutched at his chest.
He looked down at his body and raised both his hands with a look of wonder. At certain moments, it was like he could see through them, but the optical illusion didn't last and they were back to looking like his real hands.
He was dressed in the light wool he was wearing in his room. After assessing himself a short while longer, he calmed himself and stood straight, his eyes darting at different spots in the thick mist.
When something is completely beyond his understanding, Baruch was the type of person to easily give up, mostly because he didn't like difficult things and would get bored with easy things.
This time though, he didn't give up out of boredom, but patience.
