In the absolute blackness, his vision is webbed with a thousand travelling wisps of red and blue. Flames? Phantoms? They lick along the floor, then rise to the ceiling, glowing strangely, serenely.
"Are we dead?" he shouts into the dark. "Have we died?"
the his vision is webbed with a wisps of red and blue. lick the floor, then rise to the glowing serenely.
we he shouts into the dark. we
