Charon couldn't breathe.
Air didn't exist where he was; the element was ripped from the fabric of reality and replaced with the existential dread of being unable to fill his lungs with oxygen.
'Is this how I'm going to die?'
The thought crossed his mind multiple times, yet the minutes dragged on, his body suffocating while his brain remained unaffected.
An infinite mist surrounded him, blocking his view more than a few inches from his face. It caressed his skin, leaving damp marks all over.
For the first hour, he had tried to figure out where he was, but the fog never ended. He walked, and walked, and walked, his chest burning with every step.
He never found anything except more mist.
Once he had given up, he fell to the ground, which felt like stone, yet he couldn't see it to confirm.
'Where the hell did that crown take me?'
