Noah regained consciousness inside a world of annoying whiteness. His body felt normal and the fatigue that nearly took his life ceased to exist. Wonder unfolded in his mind.
Then again, he had experienced this same thing many times, it was impossible not to recognize it. Still, there remained an air of difference. He couldn't figure out what it was though.
Remaining in his sitting position, he inspected his body. He had a purple robe on—an interesting sight.
There were no specific details in the world around him—just whiteness. The air felt normal, however. He could even feel a strange wind, but could not tell where it came from, neither was he interested in finding out. He merely sat… waiting for something to happen.
What felt like hours passed, but nothing changed. He fell into further wonder at that point.
