"Greetings!,"

the voice says.

You're floating. It's so cold. You cannot breathe, but you also feel that you do not need to.

"H-hello...?" is all you manage to whimper, before they speak again.

"Ah, our friend, our friend! You are here! You have arrived!"

"Wh...?"

"No, no, please, save your energy."

A million shards of greens, blues, and yellows float with you, gleaming and glittering in the light of the stars.