There was no darkness.
Darkness implied space, depth, and silence. But this was something worse- an absence so complete it felt unfinished, as though reality itself had forgotten this part halfway through creation.
'Where am I?' That was the thought Leon wanted to have, but he couldn't even have it because just like this place, his thoughts were still and silent.
Here, everything was still except for time.
Time no longer moved in straight lines, for some reason Leon could tell. Seconds did not pass, hours did not exist, there were only fragments drifting endlessly through a dead ocean of unconsciousness.
Sometimes, he floated. Sometimes, he fell. And sometimes, he could remember what movement even was.
The world reached him in broken pieces.
A faintly familiar voice would appear sometimes from impossibly far away, muffled beneath layers of water and static, distorted until language became meaningless noise. At other times, he heard faint sobs.
