When a spinning world is the first thing that greets you, people tend to be confused. Especially of one remembers nothing and feels nothing. Lack of any inner stimuli gives way for a machine like focus, or despair...


    Ashes awakens on the outer edge of a cold disc of obsidian, what centers his attention is a large black obelisk. It glows with words of magic and its outer edges vibrate with purple light. He looks behind him and what he sees is a wall of pearly sand, a barrier he notes, with all the grace of no to all natural laws.


    He turns back and goes out to touch the obelisk, before he makes contact he takes note of the dark reflection upon the structures surface. Dark hair, cold grey eyes, overall an anchovy. The only thing one could admire is his symmetric and focused features, and his youthfulness.


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    As he touches the obelisk he becomes lighter and lighter until he becomes the definition of light. Suddenly assaulted by another sense of vertigo a sphere of ghost light blazes into the horizon. It sees ruins; former houses, gardens, castles, estates and even megalithic structures ground down by brutal weather, none of them uniform in style or function.


    Mountains of garbage, wind whispering their secrets and the sun showing their shiny substance. In the distance, cloaked people hide in its shade, one large being followed by several smaller, like a mother duck.