"When the fuck did tha- Ah, dream logic, right," you grumbled to yourself, starting in the direction of the door. Oddly enough, despite having felt this unusual balance where temperature didn't seem to affect you in the void, as a dream should really, you noticed a warmth as you approached the door. A soft, gentle, inviting warmth that seemed to sink into your flesh, reaching to the very bone, as if telling you that was where you needed to keep going.