So, this is life after death. If that was actually death. Iâ€™m not really sure any more.
It looks a lot like where I originally came from, before all the changes, but it feels greatly different. Everything is warm, and slightly soft to the touch. Nothing to eat (or play with) but I donâ€™t seem to be hungry, either. There are no scents in the air, which is slightly disturbing. Itâ€™s like Iâ€™ve gone blind in my nose.
The oddest thing is the lack of direction. Weâ€™re not flying, exactly - it still feels like walking or running on slightly spongy ground. But if something - well, another me - is â€œaboveâ€ where I am, I can just point my head in that direction and walk there. And when I get there, weâ€™re both facing each other on the same plane.
Trippy, but convenient. 4 stars.
I suppose I should be wondering about the shark and the rabbit, but that all feels like someone elseâ€™s problem now. Now if I can just get this other me to stop bleating on about dimensions and whatnot, Iâ€™ll be able to really get in some quality sleep time.