A soft, ethereal white light seeped through the narrow, high-arched windows carved deep into the white granite walls. Dayat blinked his eyes, fighting the sensation that his eyelids had been fashioned from solid lead. The sharp, clinical aroma of herbal antiseptics, mingled with the chilling scent of cold iron and damp stone, greeted his senses. He tried to shift his arm, but a wave of profound, soul-deep lethargy surged through his nervous system, anchoring him to the bed.
"Do not force the biological motor functions, Master. You have recently shared cerebral space with an entity that was never meant to fit inside a human cranium."
