Aether found himself suspended between life and death. The space around him defied conventional understanding,
"How do I get out of here?" Aether asked, his gaze fixed on his feet. As he spoke, an unseen clock seemed to tick slowly, marking the passage of time in this timeless place.
A disembodied voice, "Ghost," responded almost instantly. "You can't get out of here, unless you resurrect, and I don't think you want that."
Text replied after Ghost, "Can't get out" etched in the space, as if text was emphasizing the finality of Ghost's statement.
Aether lifted his gaze upward, confusion evident in his voice. "Look, Ghost... it's been how long? For some reason, I can't count."
Ghost's laughter rolled across the border between light and darkness, a sound both eerie and amused. "Yeah, it's been a thousand years down there."
