Whose blood is this?

Here, it is impossibly dark. At first, you sense nothing whatsoever.

Soon enough, though, a quiet hum emanates from somewhere. After a few moments, you come to notice that it is accompanied by a warm light. You don't quite understand how you are processing the presence of these things at all, as you now seem to lack a body of any traditional sort. The light moves closer to whatever it is you are in this moment, and its contours at last become clear.

[Have a closer look.]

[Attempt to leave.]