Profound in his unconsciousness and lost in the dark, he eventually opened his eyes to notice that he wasn't in the same place he was before.
He was no longer in prison, but in another dimension, tranquil and somber, completely covered by thick trees and hooting owls. The place was bleak like midnight and chilly.
It was the most vivid darkness ever seen, not merely the darkness emerging from the absence of light, but it was far more ominuos. Only that he wasn't frightened, not even the least. It felt as though, he was a part of it.
Zephyr turned on his heels to make at least something of the darkness he was, but nothing he could find, other than darkness. He couldn't even see his hand.
