Gio floated through the reflection of himself for an unknown period of time.
That empty universe...
If he could describe it in words, he would call it his "soul."
It was the closest thing to the concept that he'd ever come in contact with. Aside from his own regression, a scene like this was the most tangible proof he had of its existence.
He tried to burn the scene into his [Memory Book], but it was impossible. After all, he wasn't "seeing" anything. He was experiencing it within his own mind.
[Memory Book] could only store his emotions and thoughts as he traversed this plane, the accompanying image blocked by pure white light.
It was a period that felt as short as a second and as long as ten minutes at the same time. It ended before Gio knew it, yet he felt as if he'd been floating through the void for an eternity.
A powerful suction pulled his mind away from the universe despite his struggles to approach it.
"Huuu...!"
A sharp inhale.
