Adam didn't know where he went, or how it felt. He couldn't distinguish between reality and unreality. His soul was bound by endless torment of the dream and the illusion.
He heard shrills, like a haunting nightmare. Birds that swallowed the spirits, ants that crawled through the mind, termites the devoured the flesh of man. It was a horror that traumatized mortals.
Adam was more terrified. He couldn't tell what was real and what was an illusion. He could hear and smell, but he couldn't see, to discern it all.
But in his darkness, he could feel the warmth of light, a soft radiance that covered him. It was a salvation only afforded to him. It was his, and nobody else's salvation.
"A-Adam? You... You can't see?" Kimberly said with a shaky voice. She was worried, terrified, sad, and lost. Her heart ached the more she gazed at his beautiful face. He looked so innocent, so naïve, so loveable.
