Sucked into the vortex, I was chewed into nothingness, twisted and turned, stripped of my existence until I was pieced back together into awareness and spat out into my body again.
However, I didn't find myself in the crystalline world, as I thought I would.
I was holding something while standing on solid ground, real grass—a dark landscape made of dirt—not crystals.
Looking around, I found a man standing not far away, and behind him a few houses that looked more like tents.
The man had shorter and thinner hair than me, wearing it pushed back, exposing his face; his skin color was overly light, yet his eyes were as red as fresh blood, exactly like mine. Taller and thinner, he also seemed a bit older than me.
Though I didn't know the other person, I could recognize the features so identical to mine. Furthermore, given the scenery, it was apparent that I was tangled up inside a memory of the Giant, precisely the one I had just dreamed about.
Fantastic.
