I wake up, but there is no light around me. I try to move my hand, but then the realization hits me. I have no hand, I actually have no body, just a conscious floating around in the darkness. I had this feeling before like my soul leaves the material world and wonders around within itself. I imagine this is how death feels like. But I know I am not dead.
Unlike the last time this happened to me, this time something is different. I feel another presence here like there is someone watching me.
I try to say something out loud, but no sound comes out. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my own thoughts. And then, after a few minutes, another voice.
A man...
Well, it sounds like a man, but the voice has no inflection, no tone, and... the words are in that language. The one that I saw
