Just then, he touched something. Orion didn't know what it was, but he could tell it was soft and fluffy.
He held on tightly to whatever he had touched and slowly opened his eyes.
"Huh? Nothing?"
Orion's brows furrowed in disbelief as he stared at his seemingly empty hand. The sensation of holding something soft and fluffy was unmistakable, yet his eyes told him otherwise. It was as if he had grasped air, but the tactile feedback was undeniable.
"What... is this?" he whispered to himself, perplexed by the strange contradiction. His fingers tightened, and the sensation remained, soft and light, yet unseeable.
His mind whirled with questions, but no answers came.
Was this an illusion? Or something beyond his understanding? Either way, he wasn't about to let go. Something about this invisible presence felt important—mysterious yet strangely familiar.