Noel opened his eyes into a place he did not recognize. He stayed still, his gaze moving across the darkness around him while his mind tried to catch up. Something felt wrong immediately, not dangerous exactly, but wrong in a way that was difficult to describe. He could think clearly, he could see, he could move if he wanted to, yet his awareness did not feel properly attached to his body. It was as if his consciousness had arrived there first and everything else had followed imperfectly after.
'Where am I? What is this place?'
He looked down at himself. His form was there, but the sensation of it felt distant. He did not feel the weight of his clothes normally, did not feel the air on his skin. Even standing seemed strange, as though his feet rested on something his body could see but not truly touch.
