Van once again found himself surrounded by darkness. His unusually long hair, serving as some sort of make-shift bed as he floated aimlessly through the expanse of space. Queen Ameera had offered him an entire room for himself, but he chose not to accept it as he would most likely not be using it anyway.
The feeling of sleeping and resting in space was something that could not be compared to any bed; there's not even a hardness or softness to debate with… the darkness just conforms around his body.
"..." Van's eyes then turned towards the planet of Osiris. If his world did not get destroyed, would it have also been like this after a hundred thousand years?
