What he saw stole the breath from his soul.
An infinite void stretched in every direction. There was no up or down, no near or far. Through that endless darkness ran countless long, thin cosmic strings, perfectly parallel to one another. Each string glowed with its own internal light. Some burned brilliant gold. Some pulsed deep crimson. Some shone cold silver. Others shifted through colors that had no names in any human language. They stretched so far in both directions that their ends simply vanished into infinity. The scale was so vast that Ash's mind struggled to hold it. It felt like standing inside the cosmic loom of creation itself.
For a moment he could only stare, completely overwhelmed.
Then the drain suddenly hit him.
