The first thing I feel is water.
Not normal water. Not cold. Not warm. Just… silver. A liquid glow that moves under me like a living breath. When I try to lift my hand, it ripples out in wide rings that never seem to reach an end. The sky above me is the same color as the ground, a seamless dome of silver that makes it impossible to tell where one surface ends and the other begins.
I breathe. Or, I think I breathe. It feels like breathing underwater and yet not drowning. Everything feels soft. Too soft. Like my body is only a suggestion that the world is trying to forget.
A thought surfaces. Jax.
I force myself upright and almost slip. The water clings to me in thin strings that glimmer with faint light, stretching and then dissolving back into the surface. My head throbs. My chest fee
