Amon felt like he was lying on a bed of clouds. A floral aroma filled his lungs, and a comforting warmth touched his fatigued skin. Like a soldier who was recovering in an isolated healing tank, Amon felt his body gradually regaining its strength. Torn sinews were slowly being stitched together as shattered bones reverted to their robust state.
The feeling was comforting… and at the same time, stifling.
It felt as if he didn't open his eyes soon, Amon would have been trapped in this bed of clouds for eternity.
And therefore, he forced himself awake.
"Hah…"
Exhaling violently, Amon's eyes flickered open. Light returned to his world, and his fingers regained some sensation. Twitching his face, Amon attempted to lift his heavy body, only to be weighed down by an invisible pressure. No, it wasn't pressure; it was his body refusing to move.
