I placed my back against the black surface of the pyramid. Even till this moment, we did not yet know the material that this pyramid was made from, and resting my beating head against it, I tried to push through the headache.
After a while, I pushed myself away from the pyramid; it was not helping, and I stopped an arm's length from it and looked into the black surface of the pyramid. I don't know if it was the headaches, but it seemed to be rippling, and before long, I could see my reflection on it.
I held my breath, since the unknown material of the pyramid was not reflective, and it almost seemed as if power had left my body and had lingered on the surface of the pyramid, causing its surface to take on a new property.
How I was able to do this was unclear to me, and it still felt as if I was dreaming. I looked at my reflection, and I appeared to be very sick. My eyes were puffy as if I were crying and lacked a lot of sleep.
