There was no sensation in this world: no heat, no cold. Not even in the currents of the liquid that swirled through his lips. Movement was difficult: limbs slow to respond and weak. Gravity here was suspended; it did not matter what was up or down.
The world was a haze of amber. A light from above made swathes of skin glow white topaz and others in the shadows below, a dark red-gold. Beyond the gold was another world, but it was unreachable.
He closed his eyes. The world outside was denied to him. And he could not fault them.