Rowan did not know how to describe his feelings accurately, to find himself in the endless immensity of space from the small prison of the Nexus almost felt like an illusion.
The universe before him was like a painting, and the heavenly bodies it held were precious memories that had been carefully drawn on its canvas.
Sometimes it was impossible to describe a sensation thoroughly alien to you, whatever he was feeling presently, he had never felt it before. And he found something new about himself at this time… That he was beginning to love this feeling.
The prospect of being in one place, then another in the blink of an eye was a concept that would never get old to him. Life for him had turned into a series of picture books, and anytime he blinked, a new page was turned and he appeared somewhere new.
Every blink was a new world, and he wanted to keep his eyes open long enough, so he doesn't miss anything because they went by so fast.