Blackwater Islands cause everything's changing and i don't know shit about shit

his name. it felt like ages since he'd had one of those, although halcyon knew somewhere within himself that it hadn't been long at all. a few days ago, perhaps. that was when his life had ended. it didn't seem fitting to take his old name into his new reality, but it was all he had. he clung to it tightly.

halcyon. i... i think i died. where am i? his voice was still rough with the saltwater he'd retched. could the afterlife truly be so painful? doubt plagued him. what is this place?