Colours...
It seemed like death.
It wasn't all black and white, of course; actually, everything looked blurry. He couldn't really pinpoint the colours. He thought they were all blues and reds and ultraviolet, but they were so intense he wondered if they were colours at all. Perhaps they were just--power, in visual form. Blazing power.
He knew it couldn't be real, then. He never thought like that in real life.
But it felt too much like hell to be fake. Never a dream.
In that instant of falling, infinitely long but so repetitive as to seem only a flash of sensation, he'd realized that the absence of light could not truly be called black. It was, in fact, a medley of colours. Strange ones, really.
He remembered thinking, So this is Dark Magic...
And then, he woke up.
It wasn't all black and white, of course; actually, everything looked blurry. He couldn't really pinpoint the colours. He thought they were all blues and reds and ultraviolet, but they were so intense he wondered if they were colours at all. Perhaps they were just--power, in visual form. Blazing power.
He knew it couldn't be real, then. He never thought like that in real life.
But it felt too much like hell to be fake. Never a dream.
In that instant of falling, infinitely long but so repetitive as to seem only a flash of sensation, he'd realized that the absence of light could not truly be called black. It was, in fact, a medley of colours. Strange ones, really.
He remembered thinking, So this is Dark Magic...
And then, he woke up.