The darkness lifts and your eyes sting with reality. Cold stones of the past surround you, rushing water in your ears, and above you: a halo, far out of reach. You are unsure of direction, and clamber about at whim. But, your touch on the city, only temporary? What magic is this? You feel lost, confused, then…nothing. No, not nothing, you feel emptiness - you lack purpose
The wind carries your name, from the East, the rising sun, a calling?
To the temple you are drawn, its sides glimmer in the sunlight. Inside, strange portals tower above you, all around you, your name, scratches from their surface. A gentle touch, a warm glow, you are hugged by the strangeness – and cast out into the wilderness....