Before Athan opened his eyes a tad bit, he squirmed when the back of his head and spine ached against the cold, hard ground.
Unable to hold it any longer, he forced his weakened body to stand upright, only to look around, and found himself in long and tall walls, albeit smooth and bland to his eyes, almost reaching the skies and enough to cast a long shadow.
What his eyes greeted afore him got darker and darker, and he had no idea what was ahead of him—no different from a bottomless abyss, or so he thought then— but he didn't want to venture over there.
Only until the loud ringing inside his head dwindled, it was now replaced with incessant chatter, giggles, and thuds echoing around him. He turned around, and it was nothing but bright light.
Out of instinct, he stood up for whatever energy he had left, leaning against the wall, and trudged towards it.
