The warmth of the floor awakens you with sudden heat. Fluttering your eyes, the dark visage refuses to change. Complete darkness. A silky hissing slinks in and out of hearing in the distance. Your ears ring as they strain to follow the sound. The coarse grain of rough stone presses against your back and through the weight of your body you feel a determined, heaving vibration. Blindly, you check yourself. The air is thick and wet between your fingers as you check your extremities. Though covered in crumbling grit through and through, you are physically intact. You feel familiar fabric and assume your clothing is your own. All tools and weapons are nowhere to be found although their locations are rife with fine, soft sand. While your hands were busily fidgeting, your mind was working through the ringing. Your shuffling and scraping echoed only slightly: wherever you are, the area is decently sized and enclosed in hard stone. The hissing skulks slowly from left to right ahead of you. Uneasiness grips your body as your eyes strain into the spectral abyss again. Shimmers shine in your vision with the futile effort and the hissing slowly circles clockwise around you. You don't remember how you arrived here. You remember the last night and nothing out of the ordinary comes to mind. There were no strange figures, no crow on the fence or distasteful delicacies eaten. You expected no visitors and planned no visit. The hissing voice of the visitor stops before you at an uncomfortablyshortdistance. Foggy breath rolls across your face with the scent of wet clay, "I ssee you are sseeing... Welcome, Air-Breather."