[…You mustn't sleep forever. There is much to be done…]
It felt as though words glided into his ears, yet he heard nothing, only sensing their meaning as his eyelids parted. Opening his eyes felt as though he was parting leaves glued together by sap, as though they had been shut a long time.
A ceiling of lavish marble, light as snow and dazzling like precious jewels stared down at him.
"…Ah…Huh…?"
It wasn't the wooden material he was used to seeing when waking him up, prompting him to sit up—or at least, attempting to as his body felt as heavy as a boulder.
"Nnh…"
"Careful there. Your body is still recovering—it's a miracle you're alive, really."
An unfamiliar voice met his ears, coming from the very room he was in as he lifted his head. He hadn't noticed it until then, but there was another person there, standing by a wooden cabinet and fiddling with vials.
