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 blackness, his is webbed with a thousand wisps of red and lick the floor, then rise to the ceiling, strangely,
we he shouts into the we
