Gritch. You're in the psychic maelstrom.
Everything around you looks hazy and fog-like. It's a ghost world. A mirror reality of the world you know; or knew.
Off in the distance, you can see other shapes. Like, more ghosts. Some of them are coming to you. And, then you hear this echoing voice. Coming from afar.
"doko kara kimashita ka..."
You understand the strange words for some reason.
"Where did you come from?"