Swirlything

Yellow-white light filled his unfocused vision, bright but not painful. Swirly wisps of glittering mist fluttered and waved around, always out of his reach, taunting him with their hypnotizing games of tag and synchronized dances. There was no real direction and everything was up, down, left and right, like in space. Unlike the cold vacuum of the universe, though, the place he was floating in was filled with debris – from the smallest rocks to the largest boulders, trees and even a rundown house with a wild-looking garden – that were flying everywhere, following various paths and sometimes colliding with each other, either reducing