It's a barn. He recognizes it once he sees it, even though he hasn't seen it for decades. Even though it got burned down. The lovely mixed aroma of hay and cow is in the air, sunlight comes from a few high windows and the open door, and there's hay scattered across the floor. No cows are in sight and everything seems... big. Or maybe it's simply that the person who remembers it was small the last time they were here.

It changes, becomes unfamiliar, foreign, even though the visual details of stay the same aside from a change in the lighting - a blue glow brightening a few corners. Then it's back again, warm and familiar.

The boy who stands in the middle is unaware of the chaos when he looks normal, but whenever his skin rips open to show blue there is confusion and frustration written all over his face. Trapped, the spirit thinks, and he cannot find a way out.