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Mithias stood on an open field of long white grass. The skies where filled with turmoils black clouds with crimson lightning bolts running among them slowly like veins.
A warm breeze ran trough his hair and he could taste blood on the air. There was a valley in front of him, beyond that valley was a series of hills with burning crucifixes on them, an unsettlingly familiar sight. To his left was a gargantuan cathedral, one that looked like it had been constructed with no regards to dimensions, religion or common sense. On his right he saw in the distance a city in flames, over it hovered a black whale with a thousand red eyes. It was bleeding from the side, the blood dropping on the city melted the buildings and boiled the citizens.
In the sloping valley in front of him stood two rows of bare trees, chalk white, reminding of a rib-cage cracked open. In the middle, slightly to the left was a large boulder sized ruby, uncut and flawed. On it sat Martin, he had both his eyes and was drenched in blood. As was Mithias himself. Scattered on the ground around him lay thousands of small chips from the gem.

Mithias realized he was staring at the gem shards up close, he looked up and noticed he stood in front of Martin. Did he walk closer? Martin sat on the ruby with a calm smile.
"Are you dead? No. Although.. Yes, we both are. But not anymore than you were just moments ago. Undead." Martin said before Mithias could open his mouth.
"But... I guess we [b]are[/b] a lot closer to the edge than we've both ever been." Martin made some physically impossible gestures.
"But the point is, we [b]are![/b]We exist, in some way. Our bodies are almost gone, but we still exist, so there's not enough of us for us to have a conscious us... So for now we are just minds. Welcome to mine." Martin spread his arms as a child presenting a class project.