Pain.
Pain was the only sensation Sam could feel, but it wasn't entirely bad—slowly, the pain was subsiding.
He lay unconscious on a giant flat rock, his body levitating three feet above it, enveloped in a soft blue aura.
Tiny dots of condensed energy continuously flowed in and out of his form, swirling around him.
Beside him, a soul stood silently, patiently waiting for Sam to awaken.
The soul occasionally glanced at a silhouette standing a short distance away.
The silhouette was a tall figure, standing at six feet five inches, clearly a man despite the blurry veil obscuring his features.
It bore a resemblance to a wraith, though it had a distinctly human shape.
The figure seemed aware of the soul's presence, meeting its gaze from time to time, yet no words were exchanged between them.
Suddenly, the energy surrounding Sam's unconscious body intensified, circulating faster and with greater force.
