There was no sound.
No light.
No darkness.
Not even silence.
Because silence implied the absence of something.
And here
There was nothing to be absent from.
Nyxara existed.
But not in a way she understood.
She had no body.
No form.
No sense of direction.
And yet
She was aware.
That alone should not have been possible.
"…Cassian?"
Her voice did not echo.
Did not travel.
It simply
Was.
For a moment
There was no response.
And for the first time since everything began
Something cold slipped through her.
Not fear.
Not yet.
But the possibility of being alone.
Then
"…I'm here."
The relief wasn't overwhelming.
It wasn't dramatic.
But it was real.
Grounding.
Anchoring.
"How?" he asked quietly.
Nyxara searched for an answer
But there was none.
"I don't know."
Because nothing here followed rules.
Nothing had structure.
Nothing had meaning
Unless they gave it one.
That realization came slowly.
But when it did
It changed everything.
