Aetheris

I stand in a haze of white, my form barely distinct from the faceless figures around me. Their presence feels heavy, yet I cannot turn to them for solace. The darkness behind me whispers of things forgotten, while the faint splashes of color around us mock the monochrome emptiness. My hands clutch each other as if trying to anchor myself, but even that feels futile. The light here is not comforting—it exposes, it isolates.