Here, Maudi, by the entrance. It’s pitch dark. I can’t see anything. You never could see well at night. True, Dray. What do they call that? Night blindness. That’s it. You’ve always had night blindness. So it’s not just because I’m dead? I don’t think so, Maudi. It really is dark. You wouldn’t perceive anything even if you had a body. You mean, even if I was alive. Maudi, you are alive. Your body’s dead. There’s a difference. Rosette wanted to sigh. She felt the sensation, like an exhalation, a wash of relief, but she had no physicality to perform the action—no way to express it. I don’t know how I’m going to get used to this, Drayco. This non-corporeal state. It’s temporary, Maudi. I hope so. She had no body, no connection to physical reality, and the strangeness threw her. It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced or, at least, beyond anything she remembered experiencing. Meditation, of course, was similar, as was astral projection, but the totality of her current state went further, much further.
