The overly clear sensations were something he had never heard or known possible.
And to top it all off, while these sensations all came in at the same time, they didn't clog his mind at all.
If anything, they actually came together—piece by piece—crafting a vivid, seamless image of the world around him in Ryuk's mind.
"That's new," he muttered to himself, but he didn't dwell on it much, instead turning to look at his surroundings.
For one, the room around him was significantly different from what he was used to.
It even made him wonder if he was still in Ammamora.
Everything around him was made of wood.
What he sat on was a low wooden bed placed at the center of the room, built from golden-stained slats, its foam mattress more firm than soft.
Beside the bedding sat a small, square table, barely knee-high, and on either side of the table was a golden-colored futon.
