The first thing you saw was light. Harsh, white light, streaming down from all sides, carving through the cool darkness of non-existence like scalpels. It tore the lingering weariness from your head and left you with a series of uncomfortable truths. First, you were lying on what appeared to be a dissection slab. Second, you were strapped down with a network of shining golden threads, glowing hot against skin the colour and texture of bone. Third, you were not breathing.
The first thing you saw was light. Harsh, white light, streaming down from all sides, carving through the cool darkness of non-existence like scalpels. It tore the lingering weariness from your head and left you with a series of uncomfortable truths. First, you were lying on what appeared to be a dissection slab. Second, you were strapped down with a network of shining golden threads, glowing hot against skin the colour and texture of bone. Third, you were not breathing.