I was standing when I woke up.

There was only darkness—not in my room, not anywhere I knew. Light, too. Like moonbeams drawn with a knife, thin silver light sliced through mist.

The atmosphere was lively, energetic, and dense. Everywhere I looked, my heartbeat echoed back to me.

"Where in the world am I?" I muttered.

The mist responded with a faint laugh.

I slowly turned.

With his hands clutched loosely behind him and his head thrust out at a reflection that seemed to bother ...