Without another word, The Soulkeeper set off, across the black terrain and lush pseudo-landscapes of this place. There were quite a few to mention. The forest, the desert, something akin to a savannah, a lightly snowing plain, and finally...
"Ah, my workshop. My own place for contemplation."
There was no door, no conceivable way to enter. It was just what seemed to be a giant spire of stone that was wreathed in that strange energy. Yet, with a calm noise that could possibly be mistaken for a breath, the Soulkeeper walked into, and through, the stone exterior. Almost as if it was never there. "Oh my, how rude of me to forget. You are incorporeal. You may walk through solid objects by focusing yourself."
Some silence passed, and the Soulkeeper came back outside, offering a hand to Luci with a calm demeanour. "It's... Tricky at first, but soon it'll feel just like moving through water. If you've ever swam before, it's hardly any different, and you don't end up wet."
The hand was outstretched to Luci in case they needed it, the Soulkeeper's hollow eyes almost feeling soft even though they weren't there at all. This place felt daunting, yet safe.