Adyr moved to see who it was, but as he got closer, the silhouette never became clear to him. It looked like transparent energy shaped into a human outline, wavering faintly against the empty backdrop.
After getting close enough, he stopped and called out, "The weather is excellent today, isn't it?"
He knew there was no question or word that could truly make sense in this place. It had to be one of those meaningless dreams he had been seeing so far. So he said whatever came to mind, just enough to get a response.
The silhouette's head turned toward him slowly without rising from the chair. It looked at him with no features visible, no eyes, no mouth.
Then it replied in an aged voice, "Is it?"
There was no emotion in the voice that could be sensed. Yet for some reason, Adyr could feel it belonged to a man who had lost everything and accepted it.
A calm that came only after the last thing worth holding onto was gone.
