Evan woke up slowly.
For a moment he stayed still, eyes closed, as a pleasant sensation wrapped around his entire body.
A gentle warmth flowed through every fiber of his being, spreading from deep within his chest all the way to the tips of his limbs. Wherever it passed, it left behind a feeling of lightness and relief, as though every wound, every ache, and every trace of the terrible agony he'd endured before were being quietly erased.
It was so comfortable that, for a moment, Evan simply wanted to let himself be carried away by it and forget everything else.
Then the memories of what had happened before he lost consciousness came rushing back, and he finally opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was two round, mountainous hills, draped in a thin white veil that gave off a certain sense of elegance while also making the whole view considerably more attractive.
