It was a great, vast nothingness.
The King of Midian floated gently among the void he found himself in. He could do nothing but wander aimlessly amongst this great "cavity" between worlds. Around him, an infinity of white had set in, and the questions begun to trickle in from all around. Questions asked in a million languages, by a billion voices, throughout eons and eons. Leon wasn't even sure if they were human, but if he was sure of one thing is that they were voices ignored by the world.
And amongst them, a single question rung out, as if raised above this infinite sea of thought by a pair of gentle, caring invisible hands.
With a warm tone, directed to the great abyss, a single word rang out as Leon was yanked out of the void with might:
Joseph?
