I BLINKED.
Still, blackness greeted me.
As though I’d been dropped into a well of infinite nothingness.
More blinks. Same result.
The blackness shifted. Just a little.
Shadows?
I tracked the slow dance of the one I’d seen move. Twirling. Swirling. Macabre fingers reaching out, beckoning, pointing, all of them gnarled and deformed.
Not shadows, I realised the more I studied the subtle alterations. Fog.
Thick, black fog.
Everywhere.
Disorientation in its most terrifying form.
I took a deep, shuddering breath. My entire self stiffened upon realising nothing entered my body.
You have no body, I reminded myself. No body. No breaths.
Yet, somehow, I sensed the solidity beneath my feet, the clench of my spiritual hands, the grit of my non-existent teeth. The thuds against the inside
