Sol was floating.
The pain was gone. The smell of blood rot, and snake musk was gone.
He was drifting in a warm, dark river, that flowed through a sky seemingly made of velvety white clouds. Above him, the stars were circling in slow, hypnotic patterns, leaving trails of silver light. They were beautiful. Incredibly beautiful. They were singing a lullaby that made him calm down and want to forget everything.
"Sol..."
A voice called out to him from the center of the light. It was sweet, melodic, and incredibly gentle. It sounded like Lyra, but younger mixed with Evara's huskiness, but purer and Nia' full devotion. It was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.
"Come with me," the voice whispered, echoing in the velvet void. "You're tired, aren't you? You've run so far, and really tried your best. The fighting is over. Come I'll take you to a better place. A place with no hunger, pain or fighting."
A soft, pale hand reached out from the darkness, offering peace and salvation.
