I drifted, neither awake, nor asleep... neither in body, nor in mind. I couldn't see, but then worlds and stars took shape about me and I knew they were there. I could feel them… almost reach out, had I an arm and a hand, to touch them. Where was I? And who was I? And, for that matter, what was I doing in this place? I tried to speak, to cry out, but I had no voice; instead I was surrounded by an empty cold. At that moment I began to drift again. "No!" I began to cry, but of course, there was still no sound, and no tongue to make a noise, nor even lips to pretend a whisper.