!!iHDhHidYFJx 03/08/10(Mon)22:59 No.8482103|
With some effort you manage to sit up, looking rather the worse for wear given your condition. Sparks still flicker from the crater in the back of your head, and although your rib cage has partially reformed, much of the inner workings beneath are a shattered ruin. Your limbs are heavy and it hurts to think.
Where are you, anyway? You can't access your navigation system - probably damaged by the blow to your head - but your surroundings don't seem familiar at all. You gaze dumbly around the expansive chamber, but it eventually comes to you; you've seen this place before, in another life and from a different perspective. This is the well of souls.
You're near the bottom of the chamber, laid out in an open sarcophagus. Ordinarily, you'd wonder why you came here, but the ability to do so is just beyond your cognitive abilities at the moment. There was a reason to be here, wasn't there? You were looking for the Weaver! No, that's not right... Was Weaver supposed to give you something?
Unsteadily, you swing your legs over the side of your slab and stand.