He felt himself landing on a grainy surface. Slowly, another scene around him began to form. A blazing orange sun. A bluish-orange sky. The sun was warm, yet a strange sense of coldness remained.
Four ominous dark figures that stood ahead. They started walking towards him. A sense of dread got into him. Their presence radiated a strange aura. Something of fear, but not quite. Then, a luminous figure appeared in front of him, one that was not familiar to him. It caused the dark figures to freeze in place.
He approached the luminous figure, that dreadful feeling weakened. The closer he got the safer he felt. when he reached it, he saw its form. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. No freckles. A blank face yet wagner felt a mysterious connection to it, a weak unidentifiable attachment. Wait, why am I looking for freckles?
suddenly, the luminous figure vanished, leaving him alone with the dark figures. Fear took over him. He realized there was only one course of action—to use the Joestar Secret Technique. He ran away. He ran for long but the figures were always behind him. Eventually, he tripped and fell on his knees. His face sunk in the orange sand.
He looked back. nothing was behind him. What was he running from? He couldn't remember. How he get there? He didn't know.
He reached into the sand and grabbed a handful. Strange. It didn't feel like sand. The orange sun soon vanished, leaving nothing but darkness.
Was there anything but darkness? He didn't know. Only One certainty remained: a tangible absence, a void within him, where a sense of belonging, of warmth, of attachment to something not known, yet deeply yearned for, resided.
He got up walked. That's all he could do. Until the ground beneath him dissolved once more, and he fell back into the void.