The Tides Swivel

It was at that moment a massive wave of ethereal light swarmed around Jon, cascading all around him like tides upon a beach. It covered him in a strange feeling, similar to being swaddled by a dozen blankets, each one heavier than the last, pushing him further down.

Yet he could breathe. Or rather, he did not need to breathe. This was a place where his body was not physical at all, and instead a projection of his mind, well, it was not his mind exactly.

Jon looked down at himself, inspecting his arms and legs, touching his face and body. He noticed that his limbs and hair had become longer, and his body had aged significantly, becoming much more mature.

He then turned around, imagining a mirror in this strange ethereal light, and found one manifesting before him; it was there he gasped, or rather, would have gasped if he could.