Zylus wasn't standing, or rather, floating miraculously inside the darkness. He was completely engulfed in the space archelogoists have always studied. Stars were visible in the area around the sky, the planet on which Zylus had been was now circling from below his view, looking like a mere tiny star from this height.
Each star glowed elegantly, twelve of them surrounded him like they were perfectly coordinated. It felt odd. How had he come here? He remembered the feeling of something weird, but nothing in particular could have made him feel this distinct feeling now.
Zylus felt astray. Not afraid, but rather, an emotion that makes you feel away. Like he had become something more impactful. The twelve stars around him began rising and rising continuously, as he watched them slowly. At this point, something felt odd.
"Stars that could float," Zylus tapped onto his jaw, curious at where they were rising towards, "I see now."
