I stared at this space stretching as far as the eye could see, noticing how the golden sky pulsed above me and the surface of the silver water rippled under my feet, while the stars scattered and shone around me.
It was very bright, but not blinding, and there wasn't a single speck of black in this vast place.
And this time I was really here, not just my consciousness, but in the shape of my real body, limbs and everything, maybe because I'd come in by my own will this time, or because the Sea of Souls had fully formed by smelting thousands upon thousands of other souls together.
Including my own soul, which was nowhere to be seen, and neither were those threads that had tied me to the rest, so practically speaking I don't have a soul right now... because no matter how I think about it, this immaterial space can't be called a soul.
