The red light started to fade, and something softer took its place. It was not the warm golden glow of happy memories, nor was it the blood red of trauma.
Somewhere in the middle.
Something that felt like the faint possibility of hope.
Rick felt his awareness coming back to his body. He slowly started to feel things again, starting with the fact that he was lying on something soft and fleshy.
The smell came next. It was a sickening mix of decay and corruption that made his stomach turn.
At first, his eyes opened to complete darkness, but then his Draconic vision adjusted, and he could see in the Leviathan's stomach, which was completely black.
Rick's imagination had made the inside look just as gross as it really was. The only light came from the corrupted purple veins that pulsed through the walls, making everything look sickly.
