Omen

The silence was absolute, an unsettling peace that felt impenetrable yet suffocating at the same time. Strax found himself in an undefined space, where the ground was as soft as clouds and the sky appeared like a canvas of deep gray and blue, without stars, without any reference to time. The air was thick with an energy he couldn't comprehend, yet it pulsed around him, as if the very space he was in were alive. He was there, but he didn't know how, and a strange sense of not belonging overtook his body. He tried to move, but his steps were light, as if the space around him absorbed his actions.