The song came from a very distant place, feeble and obscure, almost dissipating into the dust if you didn't listen carefully.
Where am I? Hexia opened her eyes and realized she was lying in a high tower, such towers she had only seen in those ancient film and television works, from an era earlier than the Fourth Epoch, when human civilization was in its cradle on Earth.
She groped her way to her feet, the floor beneath her made of wooden boards, somewhat rough in texture, dry in the breeze, and not very dusty.
She looked around, finding herself in a white stone tower void of any technological trace, a part of a castle standing in the midst of a green floral grassland, the distant wheat swaying under the sky following the wind's path, as if out of a fairy tale.
She started to move slowly, realizing that she had neither wound nor pain on her body, and her clothes were intact.
Hexia touched her face with an unreal feeling, taking a while to settle down.
