He isn't even aware of it at first, and he wouldn't even realize it if he had been, but somehow he was moving. He felt pulled forward by something outside of his ability to comprehend, but he didn't resist it. Resistance was as foreign to him as awareness, and he wasn't quite sure, but he didn't think he could help himself even if he wanted to. Considering he had no idea what was going on, he didn't feel the need to fight it. Whatever it was would take him there or it wouldn't, and that was fine with him.
Eventually it took him as far as he could go on his own. He found that his path forward was barred by something more tangible than the nothingness he had been walking through so far. Nothing about it looked at all familiar, and he didn't know how to go through it.
Lines slowly started crawling through his mind, drifting aimlessly until they caught on each other and stuck in a seemingly random pattern. Eventually they formed letters--not that he knew what letters were, of course, he barely knew what he himself was.
Vane. His mind offers them up for no reason he can discern, but they seem to fit inside the hole in the door like a key in a lock, and he wanders through it as it swings open.
There, he sees strange shapes and colors that are barely discernible from the fog-whiteness he had just come from. He becomes aware of something inside of him that is more than just an almost-awareness. It feels...he can't place the feeling because he doesn't know what feelings are, but if he could articulate his emotions, he would say that it feels
good. There are others here, barely existing shapes like himself, with their own spot of something making them almost different from each other. As one, they pulse rhythmically, their glow dimming and brightening almost hypnotically.
The same sense of
something that pulled him forward in the first place captures his attention now. He doesn't know what the figures are doing, only that he feels drawn towards them, compelled to do whatever they ask without knowing what it is or why. As he moves towards the statues, everything in the room comes into clearer focus. All of the individual lights now have unique and individual shapes to go along with them. He doesn't even realize that he's stopped to watch them until they start leaving. Quietly, he shuffles towards the exit, staring unabashedly at the other lights as he waits for his turn to discover what else he might be able to see.
