Time and space meant nothing when I opened my eyes. I felt awake, rested, comfortable, yet my surroundings were...nowhere. A void. Empty except for myself.
"Hello?" I called, answered only by the echoes of myself. "Can anyone hear me?"
For vast darkness with nothing in it, I somehow felt surrounded. Watched. Someone, or something, could see me—I knew it. I could sense it in a part of myself that had no name.
"I know you're there," I said softly, turning in circles, yet finding no purchase. My feet made contact with a stable floor, but the open space and lack of light left me reaching in all directions to find anything to grab hold of. "Make yourself known. I'm warning you!"
Still, nothing.
I slowly dropped to my knees and clapped loudly. Another disappointment. Normally, such action would immediately ignite anything flammable to give me even a small clue of my location—not so much as a spark. So, I was either in some sort of vacuum, or my magic had no power here. Couldn't tell what was worse.
"Gods...am I dead?" My fingertips had full sensation, and I rubbed my hands together slowly. "No, I can't be. This isn't death. This isn't Valhalla. This isn't even true emptiness. If it were truly empty, I wouldn't be here. Hello?"
Without warning, the presence of my mind started to fade and pull away, taking me out of the empty black space and into heavy unconsciousness. Better to be alone and unaware than alone and frighteningly helpless.