In a pitch-black place, a gaunt man opened his eyes.
But he hadn't fully awakened yet; his head was still spinning, as if his thoughts had just been thrown into a spin-dryer, swirling so intensely that he couldn't think straight.
"Ughh..."
He groaned, instinctively trying to speak or shout something to affirm his existence, but he couldn't control his tongue, and only vague, strange noises came out.
About a minute passed like this... finally, his thoughts began to coalesce once more.
Only then did he discover that he seemed to be lying in a small cave woven from a web-like substance. The cave was small, and he could only curl up inside it, unable to straighten his back.
After a while, he gradually adapted to the light here and seemed to regain control of his body.
So, he struggled to stick his head out of the cave.
Outside was a horizontal tunnel, about the height of a person, with no visible ends on either side. The air was filled with a pollen-like scent.
