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There was nothing.
He was nothing, just an ethereal thought floating amid the unknown. Something indistinct floated near him. As he stared at it, it became clearer, more defined. It was five letters arranged in a specific pattern.
HeCaden.
His name, perhaps? Yes, there was something about it that rang true within his spirit. He tried to reach for it, but he had no hands or arms. A voice spoke the name, his name, and it echoed all around him.
Come to me.
Caden’s eyes snapped open and he gasped in a deep breath. He laid there, confused. What had happened? Where had he been? The memory was already vague, and soon it was gone completely. He was staring up at the sky, the blue vastness of it more striking than he remembered.
Rise, and come to me.
The voice sounded familiar to him, an
