Lyon's consciousness emerged from the shadows of slumber, guided by the gentle caress of an otherworldly fragrance that seemed to weave its magic into the very air he breathed. Each inhale bore the essence of tranquility, a balm to his weary soul. As his eyes fluttered open, the world revealed itself in hues of celestial serenity.
Above him, a masterpiece of clouds adorned the ceiling, an intricate dance of light and shadow, a celestial tapestry that bespoke a realm of regal opulence. The air was pure, absent of the earthly remnants of battle, and the atmosphere resonated with a subtle elegance. The bed beneath him cradled him in luxurious softness, its linens rivaling the touch of the finest silk.
