Sebastian woke up.
He didn't gasp for air, because he no longer possessed a set of biological lungs. He didn't blink his eyes against the harsh, ambient light of the cosmos, because he no longer had eyelids. He didn't even have a physical heartbeat to hammer against his ribs in a moment of post-traumatic panic.
He just suddenly, terrifyingly, was.
[System Error! System Error!] [Unauthorized Entity Rendering in Juncture Space!] [Attempting Quarantine… Failed.] [Attempting Deletion… Failed.]
The familiar, frantic red warning prompts of the Ethereal Plane didn't flash in his vision. They echoed across the entire localized sector of the multiverse, vibrating through the absolute nothingness of the Juncture.
Sebastian tried to look at his hands. Or rather, he attempted to focus his consciousness on the spatial coordinates where his human hands were supposed to be.
