JAS WAS FLOATING FREE, unchained from her pain, and it was bliss. Now that she’d returned there, she remembered the Void as clearly as if she’d never left. Its otherness was impossible to put into the language of the physical plane, but she was aware of infinite distance, light, and color.
She was also infinite and without form. She reached out to the vast ends of the Void, then contracted smaller than an electron. She reveled in the endless space, where nothing and everything had happened and time did not exist. Carl had not died. They were together and apart, and it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. She would stay in the Void forever.
After she had drifted for always and for no time at all, something told Jas that she wasn’t alone. Presences were approaching her consciousness. U
