HazyDaze

The fog here is thick. It presses against the ground like a heavy blanket, swirling and colliding within its seemingly endless expanse. How long have you been lost in it? Two hours, maybe? Thirty minutes? Three, four, longer even? Without the sun glaring down at you, it's nearly impossible to tell.

What happened? Where's the sky? You're in the domain of the Lightweaver, where is that endless sunlight?

That's about all you can recall. You were in the Lightweaver's domain. Everything else in your mind seems to be just as hidden as the landscape around you. It was a bad idea coming here. Suddenly, a cracking noise- a twig, maybe?- reaches you. It's impossible to tell the distance with the land being so muffled, but you turn towards the sound anyways. A shape seems to mold itself from nothing, seep out of the fog as if it was made from it.

A pretty Skydancer smiles at you in greeting. Before you can open your mouth, she sings,

“Oh, you aren’t sure how you got here? Well, that’s quite fine. Many of us haven’t a single clue on how we did, really. None at all. You're just like the rest of us. So, come with me. Let's get you settled somewhere comfortable, and you can tell me more about what you remember. You're welcome to stay as long as you need."

Mate to Spero