The transition was instantaneous and completely seamless.
One moment, Klaus had been lying on the comfortable cushions of the inn's living room couch with the lingering scent of fried eggs and the next moment, all sensory input was violently severed.
He was back in the pitch-black abyss of his own Soul Space.
There was no sky above him… There was no ground beneath his feet and there was absolutely no horizon to mark the distance.
The space around him was a vast, suffocating expanse of pure emptiness that stretched on endlessly in every direction.
It was a sensory deprivation chamber cranked up to a supernatural extreme. In this void, his physical form had been stripped away entirely, leaving him feeling impossibly light and almost weightless.
Klaus slowly sat down on the unseen, frictionless floor, the strange glassy surface offering no resistance against his phantom clothes. He looked directly across the dark expanse at the only source of light in his entire world.
