Earlier…
Eirin groaned, a low, rasping sound that scratched at her dry throat. Her head felt fuzzy, a dizzying whirlwind of disorientation, as she lay on her back. She slowly forced her eyes open. Streaks of blurry light, then patches of deep, soft shadow, swarm before her vision.
It felt like everything was shaking, a constant, gentle tremor, and she couldn't keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds due to the sickening dizziness that made her stomach churn. A distant ringing echoed in her ears, not like a bell, but a high-pitched hum.
'Where am I?' The question echoed in the vast, foggy extend of her mind. She brought a trembling hand to her head, pressing her fingers against her temples, trying to clear the haze, to force her eyes fully open, to make sense of the fragmented images.
