Darkness enveloped him, exhaustion and the voice of a person, a woman.
But soon he began to dream.
The dream was strange, it seemed like a different, ancient world.
He could see people walking around in clothes that did not have the same colors, nor the same materials, as the modern world where he lived.
The streets looked rustic and handcrafted, with simple and easy-to-find materials.
"Are you alright, boy?"
An old man dressed in a faded blue robe approached him and offered him some water in a bowl that looked like stone, roughly hewn and hard.
Kian was standing in the middle of a road, people were walking around him in the same direction.
In the distance, a palace was seen on top of a mountain, it appeared to shine with the reflection of the sun.
"Do you hear me, boy?"
Kian looked at the old man in confusion. "Where am I?"
