Stravor could see his father. The obsidian block was opaque and felt soft to his touch. He pressed hard against them, and the stone bent, but he could not push through them. “This … I must be inside the walls.” Looking down at himself, he was whole, and without clothes. “I feel nothing from my body; not shame, nor arousal, not cold or warm.” His thoughts were jumbled. “I … I must find my way.”
His mind struggled to right itself, to understand this new place. He realized he must accept that i