He woke up minutes later. He gasped when he opened his eyes. Delicate threads were spread throughout "here’, providing structure for the unknown brightness. Each one didn’t have a color; they were clear. Though you can clearly see them due to the distortions in the bright white. Feeling foolish, he poked one. A burst of air went into his lungs, making the small lights brighten everywhere before turning dimmer at the exhale. He touched it again and it made the lights dim and life flow more quickly into him. He felt an indescribable urge to follow the thread. The burning white light gave away to a periwinkle, and looking at what he assumed to be down engulfed him in a lively green. Everything was still blurry and lacked dimension, and aside from the threads he couldn’t see anything definitive. He grabbed it like a rope and descended into the green.