Ravalor existed.

That he was at least tentatively sure of.

Somewhere in nothing, floating in a sea of light, he was aware. Right there he saw everything and felt nothing. And because he saw everything, all of it was reduced to light, as all colours were fused back into white.

Faintly there was a memory of his own body, but it didn't belong here. The absence of any physical sensation only intensified the light around him as it was the only thing there was. While impossible to truly comprehend, Ravalor instinctively knew that this light was not a quality of the space he existed in, but rather, the very fabric of what allowed him to even think about it. It felt neither welcoming or hostile, if anything his presence seemed as insignificant to it as a grain of sand would be to a tsunami.

The sensation in his mind was overwhelming and the memory of his own self felt like an anchor dragging him down. There was so much, but he couldn't understand any of…
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