Light. Eternal light.
Olivia opened her eyes. There were no "eyes." Perception replaced vision. She "floated" in boundless warmth, her consciousness flowing slowly like a thawing glacier. Without the constraints of a physical body or the touch of matter, she was merely a highly condensed unit of existence, formed of pure logic and cold memory, immersed in a vast, gentle azure glow imbued with an ineffable affinity.
"Where... am I?" Memories were like a frozen library, their torn volumes in disarray:
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