In the vast abyss of my subconscious, my form drifted aimlessly, like a foreign object adrift on a boundless ocean.
Naturally, I wasn't inhabiting my «Physical Body» at the moment. The form I now occupied was my «Spiritual Body,» the pure manifestation of the soul unbound by its mortal vessel.
For beings like the Constellations, existing in their «Spiritual Bodies» was the norm. Only when they descended into the physical world did they adopt their «Avatar Body.»
In simpler terms, I had entered what one might call Human Constellation Mode.
The irony of it all nearly made me laugh, but in this state, even the act of moving my lips was beyond me.
How long have I been here?
I willed my body to move, but it was futile. No matter how much effort I mustered, my form remained motionless, unyielding. It was as if I were trapped in a still frame, unable to break free.
I sighed.
