There is nothing around you but a void and wisps of acrid smoke. The scent of burning -- of wood, of flesh, of scorched stone -- assaults your nose, and breathing stings your lungs just slightly.
There is no way back. There is only a dark stone path winding before you, towards a distant horizon where there flickers an occasional baleful flame.
DARKNESS
You wake up.
There is nothing around you but a void and wisps of acrid smoke. The scent of burning -- of wood, of flesh, of scorched stone -- assaults your nose, and breathing stings your lungs just slightly.
There is no way back. There is only a dark stone path winding before you, towards a distant horizon where there flickers an occasional baleful flame.