Gradually, Klaus's heavy eyelids fluttered open, a haze of disorientation clinging to his senses. His head throbbed with a persistent ache, and his body felt stiff and sore. As he mustered the strength to lift himself from the ground, he instinctively brought a hand to his temple, hoping to alleviate the discomfort.
"Why does my head hurt so much?" he muttered, his voice barely audible. But as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, his growing realization overshadowed the pain in his head. Before him lay a scene of enchanting peculiarity, surpassing any physical discomfort he might have been experiencing.
His gaze fixated on an extraordinary garden, an oasis of wonderment.
