The air is still. My eyes are my transport through a colorless void of endless nonexistence.

“Do you know where you are?”

Yes.
Far, far away.

“Where would you like to go?”

With you.

This is the voice of the Antibon. It guides me through the vast lacuna. There is a door. It fades into view, wearing the skin of my demons. My home. My hell. I know this door. And it knows me. My consciousness transcends time and space, sailing forward through featherlight passage. I am, at once, within and without.

The door is locked.

“Where is your key?”

I don’t know.

“Then, you will never be free.”

The door recedes from my reaches with swift prosecution. The landscape around me expands, and my mind is rendered as blank as the canvas through which I have traversed, thrust back into the wizened bosom of reality.

Cruz wakes up.

“Poltergeist,
I'm a coward, too.
You don't need to hide,
my friend,
for I'm just like you.”