Tirian felt himself engulfed by darkness, and within that darkness, his senses fluctuated as if dragged by an invisible force, shuttling through some dimension that lay between reality and illusion.
He tried several times to open his eyes, but could only faintly discern a dim green glow and shadows swirling rapidly in the darkness. After struggling for a long time, he realized it was a view overlooking a city-state.
Had something taken him into the sky?
This single thought bubbled up in his mind before he once again lost consciousness.
When he regained awareness of his body, he found himself in a secure place—beneath him, a somewhat cold and hard sensation, like a chilly cement floor, surrounded by dim lighting that resembled the poor electric lights used for illumination in warehouses. A blurry figure sat beside him, seemingly curiously bending over him.
Tirian's mind finally cleared.
