Breaching the surface, Sunny relaxed his body and drifted in the cold water for a long while, doing nothing but breathing deeply.
His mind was empty, and a languid, comfortable stillness overcame his entire being.
The utter darkness that surrounded him, the cold water that soothed his bruised body, the weightlessness… all of it was so peaceful. As if he were drifting in an endless, tranquil void.
Sunny allowed himself to remain in that pleasantly numb state for some time, knowing from the movement of shadows — or rather, from the lack of it — that there were no threats around him.
Now that the danger was gone, both his body and mind needed to rest. It was no surprise, really… he had been under tremendous pressure for a long while now, and that pressure culminated when he returned to the Hell of Ariel.
