...where am I?
Everything here is foreign, alien to the eyes;
the sense of detachment about me is strong.
Upon my death, I could feel the spirits,
their longing for my own soul lain bare;
I could feel them unhinge and rip the life from me.
At that moment, I did not die,
but rather begin another course.
My words being spoken beforehand,
the Invocation was heard and answered.
I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming...
I'm here,
but what's next?