...So familiar.
Fu Tailan stood in the darkness for a moment, dazed, his mind and body warm and loose, as if he were drifting in amniotic fluid.
He knew he'd never walked into a black hole before, yet he couldn't explain why it felt like coming home.
Where was this place?
He glanced back over his shoulder.
He could still see the entrance he'd come through: beyond the drifting banks of murky fog, the lawn, the hedges, the driveway of Westley Manor... like a painting submerged at the bottom of a dark sea, swaying, growing farther and farther away.
Just as he'd suspected — he hadn't passed through the black mist and come out the other side.
He was going deeper, yet the darkness ahead remained boundless, layered upon layered, tangled and intertwined, like life itself — no clear path forward no matter how hard you looked.
