When Aiwass awoke again, he felt an unprecedented weakness.
——It was not an illusion.
Aiwass quickly determined that this condition stemmed from severe anemia. However, he felt no wounds or pain on his body, but rather a light, intoxicating sense of exhilaration.
It was akin to the joy and comfort one feels while embracing a lover, breathing in the fragrance of their hair.
He calmed his mind slightly and opened his eyes, ready to assess his situation.
He... or rather she, noticed that she was currently in a neat but cramped room.
Beneath her lay a tidy bedsheet and a soft, thick quilt. There were no decorations or entertainment in the wooden room. Apart from a single bed, there was only a small desk.
On the desk sat a green plant, three or four books secured with bookends, and a glass of water.
But then the first bad thing happened.
She noticed that there were no extra clothes in the room.
