The first thing apparent is that it's bright, perfect to hightlight the intricate patterns twisting and overlapping one another overhead. Impossibly pure white light pours in from every direction, so much so that everything actually being illuminated by it can only be portrayed in that stark shadow Ven found himself as. Everything, save the stylized burning torch at the center of things.

There was a giant arm's length of space to walk upon, from that torch to where the stone-like face of the bearer loomed overhead. Beneath the face was where Ven found himself - next to the silhouette of an obviously fretful girl.

Far away from them, near that torch, was a figure kneeling peaceably. In the midpoint from here to there was where Ventus would spot Sayaka.

She held a sword in a combative stance, a sword much like the one that'd replaced Ven's Keyblade. Compared to the easygoing, if impish girl Ven knew - she seemed very shaken. Her rattling breaths could be heard clearly.

As Sayaka drew up the courage to approach the Witch, there were a few tense seconds where things lay at a standstill.