Damian appeared in a familiar grey world, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the grey fog. His first time here had been quite an experience. He couldn't discern left from right, he couldn't tell if he was standing in a sort of endless space, or a compartment large enough to fit only him.
But now, he could feel it. The grey fog was not infinite, nor was it little, however, it was so impossibly vast that it could as well be called endless. How did Damian know this? He couldn't, for no matter how great his improvements might have been, how could his feeble mind comprehend that which was nearly infinite?
However, it was as though the grey fog itself was opening up to him, willingly revealing to him its actual nature, unveiling in tidbits its own existence.
