'Huh?'
Velyrian opened his eyes—or at least, he thought he did.
There was no sense of blinking, no lids, no lashes.
Just sudden awareness that clawed his mind.
The space around him was something that he never thought he would see.
Stars hung like scattered lanterns in a sea of shifting galaxies. Some pulsed gently.
Others spiraled in frozen elegance.
He was floating, but he didn't feel weightless.
He didn't feel anything. Only silence and light.
'Where is this place?'
He looked down, half expecting to see the battered remains of his body.
But instead, what he saw stopped him cold.
His arms were translucent, webbed with veins of soft glowing wires.
They pulsed with an inner light, as if his blood had been replaced by stardust.
And below… his legs.
'…How?'
They were now mechanical.
Sleek and angular, they glowed with the same light as the galaxies around him.
They weren't clunky prosthetics but refined, almost graceful in design.
