Wind caressed his face. Wind which was softer than all the silk he had ever held in his hand, gentler than any petal that ever bloomed and warmer than any fire he had ever been near. It was like being in the embrace of a lover, all consuming and yet so gentle.
Keito could not describe the feeling that overtook him as he entered the space, his mind lost in the sensation he was feeling all around him.
At this point his mind was too far away to pay any significant attention to his surroundings, his eyes not seeing anything around him at all.
The wind was in his ears now, it's gentle flow creating a soft whistling sound which was making him feel at ease. Yes, it was a relaxing moment for Keito and one he could get lost in.
The grip on his hand tightened as a little tug reminded that this was all nothing more than an aftereffect of the surrounding magic. This was not real, much less safe for someone to spend time in.
