" A year?!..."
" Who in the world was he?" A perplexed voice echoed in a whisper through Ossa's ears, his unconscious mind barely making out the words.
"Who? You still think it's a 'who'? A 'what' is what you need to ask... I told you it was flawed," another voice, a cold feminine one, retorted, its pitch rising as it spoke.
"Mors?!" Ossa thought in his unconscious state, recognizing the voice as that of the cold Mors. Curious, he tried to open his eyes, his vision slowly clearing to reveal the sight of a familiar sky, one not of Terra.
"My mind's world..." he thought, recognizing the cloudless blue sky. "Still cloudless—how come?" he wondered, now focused on the blue, sunless sky.