*Runze's POV*
White.
The entire world is white.
It is not the sharp, blinding white of hospital lights that hurt the eyes, but something much softer. Endless and vast. A massive field stretches out beneath my bare feet, covered completely with tiny, pale wildflowers that move gently under a low wind I cannot actually feel against my skin.
There is no sun in the sky, there are no shadows on the ground, there is only an endless white mist stretching out beyond the horizon, blurring the line where the earth meets the sky.
I lower my eyes to look down at myself.
I am wearing the suit from my wedding day. The cuffs are perfectly straight, the silver cufflinks are neatly fastened, and there is not a single wrinkle or speck of dust anywhere on the fabric.
For some reason, that feels strange to me. I cannot remember putting the clothes on. I cannot even remember how I arrive in this place. My mind is entirely blank. I simply... am.
