Memories

"Where...am...I…?" A voice suffused with weakness and exhaustion questioned. It sounded ghostly, as if it was flickering in and out of reality.

Yan Zaizen felt queasy. He tried to move, but his body was frozen. "What…?" Attempting to open his eyes, he received no reaction. His senses didn't work either. The surroundings were a state of perpetual nothingness, not even the sound of the wind was in the air.

"...Am I dead?" His thoughts seemed to function but it didn't felt connected to his memories, as if they were independently formed and dissipated like sand. He couldn't retain any memory of his previous thoughts. It was only a very faint, vague feeling that he had 'thought' of this before.

"This state...it's what I was in when I opened the gate....right?" There was a brief but faint flickering light in the distance. This light seemed to contain a calling. It was exceptional powerful like hypnosis or subliminal messaging, attempting to persuade him to move towards it.