[ It's a broad question, one he can't adequately answer simply by telling. The best he can hope for is a start and elaborate further after. ]

There are people here who'll recognize you -- Keyblade wielders from my time and others from different worlds.

The Darkness here is like decay, and its creatures are said to be lost souls -- the dead left over from some catastrophe years ago.

[ He pauses, his head lifting just slightly. ]

There's something I'd like to show you.