The first thing I see upon waking is the dull, starry sky of a beautiful night, I must admit. Up in the sky, there are hundreds, if not thousands or millions, of stars shining. Some are twinkling, small, and a bit larger. There are star clusters or some farther away, but in the end, they all shine with different intensity and color.
I feel strange, but not alien in my own body like just before I lost consciousness. I feel strange because of what I remember. I remember long, sharp, bloody claws that were mine. But I don't have claws.
With considerable effort, I sit up and look around to see where I am. I'm not surprised to recognize nothing around me, because even if I went back to that clearing, nothing would be certain about how it looked. I look up again and this time notice that the reason the stars aren't as bright as I remember is the dome of black fog.
