Darkness surrounded Resa, but her organized mind immediately began cataloging the experience. She felt the temperature was neutral with no sound around, and she felt like she was floating.
Then she looked up to the golden light swirling overhead.
It was pure and brilliant, mixed with streams of knowledge that seemed to write themselves in the air.
The light displayed the accumulated wisdom, infinite books, and understanding itself.
Resa reached up without fear, and then her hand grasped the light.
She shot upward through colors beyond counting, the gold and white and ivory and amber and every shade moving over her. The area became a library written in light, endless knowledge flowing past too fast to read but somehow imprinting itself anyway.
She stopped in a space that felt like a sanctuary of understanding.
