In the far infrared, he finds cinders of thirst that bake his throat. Jacen Solo hangs in the white, exploring the spectrum of pain.
Time, distance, and direction have meaning only inside the bubble, and the bubble maintains the existence of these things only by an absolute separation of what is within from what is without. It hangs there forever, or for less than an instant, because in the nothing there is also no time. The bubble has neither motion nor stillness, nor even orientation, since the nothing has no distance or direction. A tiny bubble of existence hangs in the nothing. Tsavong Lah warmaster (male Yuuzhan Vong) Ch'Gang Hool master shaper (male Yuuzhan Vong)
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