He felt as though he was lying on his back, but there was no anchor beneath him.
His limbs were stretched apart, flayed on all sides.
But when he opened his eyes—revealing fractured irises with weaving purple existence constantly unraveling within them—something became obvious even to him.
He felt control return, and he turned himself upright, managing to remain on his feet.
The world around him was dark, but the concept of things was so twisted, he didn't know how dark it was at all.
And in this darkness, where he was seemingly alone—
He took a step forward.
There was no sound.
A crippling silence filled the air, and Ryuk didn't know whether to fear it or be cautious of it.
His gaze roamed the darkness as he advanced, stepping on the empty space. Yet, it was somehow solid enough to move him forward.
He had not moved very far when he watched motes of blinking white and purple begin to slip out of the void of darkness.
