Gaioh closed his eyes--- it was all he had the strength to do. His body wasn't responding to anything, and his heart beat in painful, tearing throbs. The air felt like an oven.
With one great, final yank, his soul tore out of his body.
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He stood on rock colored like sand under a deep blue sky. No sun was visible, but the horizons were gold as if it were about to rise from every direction at once. The rock was part of a plateau something akin to the shattered plains, but small plateaus , one of many that stretched in all directions. Behind him, the plateaus grew smaller, eventually dwindling to nothing as the ground sloped downward into a land of shadow. In front, they grew closer together instead. He thought he could see a place where they came together in front of the giant curtain of water that stretched forever in both directions. Yes, I should have described first. No, I didn't because I'm tired and not wanting to edit this. He stood somewhere in the middle, not near the dwindling plateaus or near the curtain, but in the wilderness between.
Oh, someone was on the plateau next to him.
@Through The Living Glass