The fall barely lasted five seconds before Rita found herself landing on a surface. Due to the nature of her arrival, she had fallen on her knees.
Water.
A layer of clear liquid existed below her, though reaching only her heel. She had fallen into a gray world despite the vibrant colors of the tunnel.
Now in his mind, she appeared physical, a show that she could interact with that portion of his existence.
"What is this?" She muttered, stepping forward. The whole place remained silent and peaceful — Its endless nature further added to that truth.
It had been long since she appeared within a spirit space that appeared that large even to an existence of her level.
Rita continued moving forward hoping to find something. She had a vague picture of what she sought.
At the center of that place should be a figure akin to Tristan's. That would be his very spirit. Interacting with it would lead to physical changes, but she only thought to study it.
