Mikhailis felt like he was floating, surrounded by a warm and soft sensation. His mind was fuzzy, and he couldn't quite grasp what was happening. It was dark, but it wasn't an uncomfortable darkness—more like he was covered in a comforting blanket. He felt like he was drifting in a vast sea of warmth, where time seemed to lose its meaning.
Where was he?
It felt strange, almost like he was tucked away somewhere, hidden from everything.
He tried to move his arms, but they felt small and weak, almost like they weren't even his. He tried to stretch out, but his body refused to respond properly, as if it had forgotten how to move.
What... is this place?
The warmth around him was soothing, making his mind feel heavy, as if he was drifting in and out of sleep. He could hear a faint sound—was it his own heartbeat?
The rhythmic thumping made him feel secure, like he was being cradled by an invisible force.
