Nova could no longer tell where his consciousness ended and the strange place around him began. The more he tried to understand it, the less meaning ordinary explanations seemed to have. Space, time, and dimensions were concepts he knew well, but none of them behaved as they should here. The darkness contained everything without appearing to possess any boundaries of its own.
He had reached something almost beyond the highest limits of the universe, yet even that description felt inadequate. There was no height from which to measure it, no distance separating one existence from another. He had been conscious of this for what felt like an eternity, although an eternity required time, and time seemed to have no authority over this place.
The light that had guided him finally flared.
