There was blackness all around. And even though Athyn had a sense of herself, she couldn't see any part of her body. She could feel her arm moving as she raised her hand to put it in front of her face, but no matter how close she held it, she could not see it.
Then she realized that she was holding it so close, she should have touched her face. But she didn't. It wasn't there.
Within her, then, flakes of golden light came to life, giving shape to her bodiless being. A wind blew from somewhere, and the flakes were caught in it, flying away but leaving Athyn behind.
Something big dulled inside her. Rather, Athyn felt like many things dulled. She stood there, or floated, confused. But she didn't feel that anxiety that came with confusion. She wondered what had been taken from her, but didn't much care.
Then there was light, and she stood, incorporeal still, next to a little black haired girl who looked down at her hands in awe.