Voices. This is what she heard, one was talking to whom she thought was her, though she could barely make out the words. The tone though, the individual was trying to save her. Yes, she was positive of that. Whoever, or whatever it was, wanted her to live. She tried to open her eyes again, only managing to crack one a bit, the figures before her appearing to be nothing more than shadows. [i][color=lightgreen]Live...yes...I must...live...[/color][/i] she thought just before passing out. Her dreams were strange, she dreamed she was alive once more in this strange landscape, dancing among the trees as the wind blew her hair around. It was as if she were happy and content for once, as if she was part of the landscape herself. She felt at home, strangely enough. If it were anyone else, it might have been strange for them to feel that way, but not her. The best way for her to describe it was that she was meant to be here, as if it was meant to be her home. Her dream stopped when a shadow loomed over her, darkening everything around her. Was she scared? Not in the least. She was curious, who was this shadowed figure? Would she ever know? Before she could figure it out, her eyes slowly began to open. As they adjusted, she found she was no longer in that strange place. Well, she was, but not where she had been to begin with. She looked around, slowly sitting up as she scanned her surroundings. More of them. More of those twisted, yet oddly beautiful objects surrounded her, but they weren't like the ones she saw before. Her mind then suddenly recalled her wound, which she immediately touched, finding nothing there. No mark, no scar, nothing. It was as if it never existed in the first place. [color=lightgreen]"How is that possible? I could have sworn I was dying..."[/color] she said out loud, clearly confused by the whole situation.