Noctis opened his eyes once again to a hazy space of pink and ethereal clouds in the void.
His body was just as cold and painful as he went through all that went about in the strange space that he was thrown into.
Looking towards his hands, they were entirely black from the tips of his fingers, frostbitten, as he figured his body was submerged in the same freezing cold sea.
His body was entirely numb without an ounce of energy coursing in his veins.
With a sombre expression on his face, he lay supine on the forest floor, looking towards the void, reaching out to infinity.
'You shun, not accept.'
'No space for rebels in order.'
'Accept this, accept that… What has this acceptance given me in all these years? Just pain, suffering, and forlorn spurned longing.'
The more Noctis thought about it, the more his heart constricted with strange emotions.
Unable to express his anger on his face or through his body, his emotions were mirrored by the ethereal space he was in.
