"Boss! Wake up! We need to check on the supplies and make sure they are right! Oi! Stop lazing around!"
Layla felt something hit her hard, and her eyes snapped open.
Looking around, she found that something had not hit her hard. Rather, she had hit something hard.
She lay on the ground, looking up at the designer ceiling, which emitted lights of all colors over her head.
"How weird! I do not think historical times had such detailed ceilings filled with lights. No, there is no concept of light to begin with. Did I fall asleep and wake up after a thousand years?"
Layla wondered as she kept looking up at the lights.
She would have kept looking at it all day, but a shadow blocked her view and made Layla blink as she registered that she had other people around her.
