A wave of light began to burn brighter behind her eyelids, piercing through the darkness that had enveloped her senses. The glow intensified gradually, like dawn breaking over a distant horizon, pulling her from the depths of unconsciousness.
'W—what...'
Sezon slowly regained consciousness, her heavy eyelids lifting from a restless slumber that had felt both endless and fleeting.
'What's going on?'
Her body felt weighted down, as though she'd been sleeping for an eternity. As she focused on what lay before her, blinking away the haze that clouded her vision. The source of light became clearer in the surrounding darkness. A band of grey light was drifting slowly across her vision, moving with an almost hypnotic grace. It moved and shimmered like a flowing current, neither harsh nor gentle, just simply existing as is. Which in a way was defying her understanding.
'What is, I—I don't understand...'
She lay flat with her back against the floor. Wanting to shift into a sitting position, she splayed her hands and fingers to grip the surface beneath her. But as her fingers spread wide and searched for purchase, they sank deep into something that felt both familiar and alien.
'Sand...? A—am I on a beach?'
As she struggled to sit up with heavy breaths, her body felt off and heavy, as if gravity had a debt to claim. Her limbs seemed to weigh twice what they normally did, each muscle protesting with a dull, persistent ache. Her arms trembled as she pushed herself upward moving her neck into posture.
The second she finally corrected herself into a sitting posture with legs crossed, she let out a hoarse breath as a wave of dizziness crashed into her.
"Ahhh, my head..."
As she held her face with heavy palms for a moment, the rush of dizziness subsided. She finally let go and opened her eyes to her lap.
"Well, it's good to know I'm still clothed..." Now looking up from her lap, Sezon took in the space around with widening eyes.
"Okay. This is not what I expected."