Noa knew he was in a dream the moment he felt familiar warmth surrounding him.
It was burning his skin, yes, but there was more to it.
Before he regained his vision, Noa had to observe the world with his other senses, and scorching air was the first thing he noticed.
'What's going on?' he muttered in his mind, trying to move his hands.
To his surprise, he had only one.
The other arm was gone—or completely severed, to be exact.
At least both of his legs were present, and upon stretching them, Noa felt the fire approaching.
His skin burned with pain.
His head ached, sending pulses through his body, even to the hand he no longer had. It was bizarre, but knowing that it was only a dream helped.
The sounds muffled.
They mixed and blurred into each other, making it impossible for him to distinguish between them.
Just then—
Everything halted in his close proximity.
The heat was gone.
The sounds left his ears alone, and the pain started to dim.
It all happened with no warning.
