"When I died, it wasn't just blackness as it was before." At least, as he thinks it was before. "There was a shadowy realm of some sorts. Everything looked dark and colorless. I couldn't roam far from where I died and couldn't see anyone."

As Strange talks, his voice slips from his normal excited tone to something that's also muted. Though his is less of a deliberate muted and more of muted due to the fact that he honestly has no idea how to process this. Why was this death different from the first?

No matter what, that feeling of loneliness was terrifying. He doesn't want to experience it again.

"There was someone there. I thought..." He breaks off for a moment before continuing. "I am not a religious man. I never was and, in all likelihood, never shall be. But that figure looked like Death itself."