Awaken

The first thing I see is the sky.

It's so blue it almost hurts to look at. Around me, grass moves in the wind, and there are little white flowers everywhere. Pretty. Very pretty.

Where am I? No idea. Who am I? Also no idea. Two for two.

And I feel… almost nothing. No grass under me, no warmth from the sun. I can see it. I can hear it. That's it. Is that bad? That feels bad.

Maybe I'm dead. Maybe I'm dreaming. Either way, somebody owes me an explanation.

That's not a hand. Well, it is. But it's made of metal, with joints like bones. When I tell it to close, it closes. Not a sound.

So it's mine. Great.

This helmet. There has to be a face under it.

“Come on!”

It won't come off. And the panic comes up fast. Come on… come on!

…Wait. Was that me? That voice. I don't know it at all.

Okay. Breathe. The helmet stays exactly where it is. Of course it does.

My body does what I ask, even though I can barely feel it. …Nailed it.

The meadow is quiet. No one is here. No one is watching. Just me, a lot of flowers, and some mountains that clearly don't care.

A single leaf dances past on the wind. I hear it rustle by. But the wind itself never touches me. Cool. Totally normal. Not worried at all.

Mountains. Flowers. Big rocks. Nobody else.

What's behind those mountains? I want to know. Honestly, I want to know everything.

Then I look up.

…!

A wide band of purple light runs across the entire sky. Inside it, dark rocks drift, huge and silent. Floating. Just casually floating.

Rocks are supposed to fall. That's pretty much their whole thing. These don't.

I can't remember my own name. But I know that much.

I don't know my name. I don't know where I'm from.

But I know what a sky should look like. And it's not this.

Wherever home is, it isn't here.

First things first, then. I need to find out who I am.