Time had no meaning.
There no was light or darkness, he existed at the edge of nothingness.
Only a sliver or his soul bound him from dust.
He knew that he was alive, how he survived he could only guess was due to the genetic and magical legacy of his parents.
He dreams of multiple worlds, of worlds not linked to his own.. where monsters and gods never existed.
In one, he was sheltered in the soul of a child who cried for help, to save there world.
In another he saw fel versions of himself, human versions, male and female.. and himself as a tall librarian and Palette a cheerleader. Okay, for the relationship alone he wanted to go there. And.. was that him as a mummy?
And he kept catching a cat like being either crowing with joy, crying or humming with energy.
In another he seemed to a dream of future pasts.
He didn't get that one.
He had many dreams of Palette, of shards of souls like purple glittered glass and sand.
Of seeing his own comatose body through those shards.
In his dreams his body was sheltered in a glowing purple crystal, with himself curled inside of it. Time stood still for his body, and that he knew then wasn't a dream.
There was nothing eh could do, but sleep and watch.. but maybe if they gathered enough shards or found a larger one he could speak with them.
Shattered…