Open-minded

"Where am I?" Asked Oswald, swimming in a pool of darkness.

He tried to look at his hands, at his body, but he was unsuccessful. He couldn't feel his limbs, or move anything as he had difficulties differentiating left right, top, and bottom.

He could still feel the pain of the many arrows that pierced his flesh, and the effect they had while extracting themselves.

"Anyone?" He asked, a little hopeless.

Nothing, the abyss. He wasn't even sure if his eyes were open. The battlefield had vanished and his emotions as well. There he was, waiting for more nothingness.

No smell around. Nothing that blocked his invisible body. Nothing to taste, nothing to see, even his own voice faded away. He felt relaxed nonetheless, there was nothing to trouble him in the place he was, still he didn't know where nor how he ended up here.