Lex fell through endless darkness.No ground. No sky. No light. No sound. He couldn't feel his body—his arms, his legs, his chest. He couldn't feel the weight of his clothes or the cold of the air against his skin. He couldn't feel the beat of his heart or the rise and fall of his breath. He was nothing. He was nowhere. He was less than a ghost, less than a memory, less than a shadow.The darkness pressed against him from all sides, thick and heavy, like being buried alive in shadow. It wasn't cold. It wasn't hot. It was the absence of everything, the absence of warmth, of cold, of sensation itself. It was the absence of existence.He tried to move. He couldn't. His limbs didn't respond. His fingers didn't twitch. His toes didn't curl. He was a thought without a body, a voice without a throat.He tried to speak. He couldn't. His lips didn't part. His tongue didn't move. His breath didn't come.He tried to remember.His name. What was his name?The thought came slowly, like wading thro