Roselyn's consciousness was dwelling somewhere between reality and the void of darkness that both called to her and freaked her out.
A very remote part of her mushy brain was aware of the feeling that kept trying to warn her that something was not right about her current situation but she was too out of focus to pay that warning signal any proper attention.
She was almost on the very verge of sinking back into the depths of the dark void when something stopped her and pulled her consciousness back to the real world. It was like a voice... a very soulful voice that seemed to be calling her name in the most alluring tone possible.
Her eyes blinked several times before she finally managed to open them but even then, it took her quite some time to focus on her surroundings as her eyes found it hard to adjust to the brightness that neither belonged to the sun nor to candles or lanters, instead, it was coming from a huge firestone that was hanging from the ceiling.
