Jonas City,
Cole felt his mind clouded, gradually forgetting many things,
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
As time passed, some ambiguous scenes began to emerge from the fog before Cole.
Gradually, some scenes began to emerge slowly from the fog swirling like a light veil in front of the Mage.
The first thing that caught his eyes was the scene of his parents' careful care at home.
Sunlight gently poured into the room through the window, as his mother sat by the bed, her eyes full of concern, lightly stroking his forehead and softly asking about his recent situation.
That gentle voice was like a spring breeze, blowing into his heart.
His father stood beside them, furrowing his brow slightly, yet listening attentively to his tales with a touch of relief, nodding occasionally in response.
