Damien's soul left his body and traveled to a different plane.
He found himself in a garden, his appearance the exact same as his physical form and his body just as corporeal.
There were beautiful flowers and plants everywhere, organized in a beautiful gradient from deep purple to sparkling green, planted in a circle around a marveled gazebo.
Damien was currently on one of two paths that led to the gazebo. He walked forward slowly and steadily, enjoying the vibrant breeze that swept around him.
It felt like there were spirits everywhere, joyously dancing and playing through the garden. The scent of nature and natural beauty was intoxicating, to the point where one would never wish to leave its peace.
It was truly an ideal scenery. This kind of simplistic beauty was rare to see in a place where everyone focused on grand structures and domineering appearances, but Damien felt like his kind of beauty was better.
