Lucian opened his eyes, he was no longer in Hornvein, in the street where he was walking just a few minutes. It was odd, to him it felt like he was back in his home; a small sized apartment.
He blinked, looking around the room he was in; a bedroom with a single bed and a chair and desk on the other side of the room. He was in the bed, sitting on the edge of it.
He frowned, "This...." He said softly as I he lifted his hands, "I don't understand.....I..."
He was sure he had gotten up from the bed back in Hornvein and decided to walk out the building he was resting in. He had walked a few dozen meters and suddenly blacked out, waking up to this. What was much weirder, to him at least, is that while he recognized this to be his room in his apartment, there were white blurs in the edge of his vision. Every time he turned, the blurs moved. It's as if this entire space itself, or at least the concept of it, was not fully developed.
