Kieran opened his eyes and stared into the black space above him.
For a moment he couldn't feel his body and he just stayed there staring into the darkness, his mind struggling to make thought.
After a while, his sense of smell returned to him and he was instantly assaulted with the thick smell of iron around him.
It was so sudden, he almost felt suffocated, but he couldn't feel the rest of his body.
The smell of blood was the first element in this bland world he was stuck in.
For the next few hours. No, days? Weeks? Kieran wasn't able to keep track of how long he had spent here, but he was aware when his sense of touch came back to him slowly and he could finally feel his body back again, in parts.
Each sense coming back to him was like a new stroke being added to this blank canvas until it was finally complete.
