Everything was white here.
The world was silent.
In the midst of this vast expanse of white, a young man lay motionless on the white floor. His eyes were closed. His limbs sprawled weakly. His chest was not rising or falling.
He was dead.
At least, he appeared to be.
Whoooosh...
A sudden surge of white mist rolled through the space like a soft breeze made visible. It drifted over the young man's body, swirling and curling around him.
The next moment, the young man's fingers twitched. His chest heaved. And then, with a gasp that broke the stillness, his eyes shot open, and he sat up with a jolt, sucking in deep, desperate breaths.
"Haaah!!"
He clutched his chest as though trying to convince himself that the air was real, that he was breathing again.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Only after several deep breaths did he begin to calm down. His hands trembled slightly, but the panic in his eyes faded, replaced by disbelief and confusion.
