He hovered in nothingness. It felt swift and effortless, as though he'd launched himself from the moon, allowing his weightless form to glide through the void. It felt free and peaceful…
However, his sanctuary immediately became a nightmare as he felt his very essence being ripped apart. His limbs were violently torn away, his head severed with brutal force. He tried to scream, but the sound died in his throat.
It was a dream.
But thinking about it was equally agonizing.
The sensation was unsettlingly familiar. This was how arriving in this world had felt, save for the excruciating dismemberment.
Halo hadn't experienced a memorable dream in ages, but this felt too real. It couldn't be just a dream. He sat on his bed, rubbing his limbs, feeling phantom aches in his joints.
While he sat there, Light suddenly appeared and departed the room. Halo stared after it, confused, massaging his temples as bewilderment crossed his features.
