White did not feel empty, it felt full. Overwhelmingly, impossibly full as if he was stepping into a space where every thought, memory and emotion existed at once, layered on top of each other until there was no clear beginning and no clear end.
Isabella couldn’t breathe or maybe she was breathing too much.
She couldn’t tell.
It didn’t happen gradually, there was no slow adjustment or any careful transition.
One moment she was standing in the control room, her hand wrapped tightly around Lorenzo’s and the next moment…
She was inside.
It was not a place… it felt like a presence, there was no ground beneath her feet.
No sky above her and no walls to define space.
Only a vast, shifting expanse of light and shadow, that was pulsating in uneven rhythms, like a heartbeat that didn’t belo
