Slowly opening his eyes... In fact, Lorenzo had already been awake for a while, but he just hadn't opened his eyes to see where he was.
Lorenzo was contemplating; he was curious about where he would wake up this time, since the last memory he had was of collapsing to the ground.
Every time after fainting, Lorenzo would wake up in odd places, and the first thing he would always see was a different ceiling. It seemed that these ceilings were the true "save points" in a sense, and waking up each time was a new beginning, so he was wondering what it would be like this time.
A metal ceiling? Or perhaps a wall like a mural, or maybe a ceiling plastered with posters like an advertisement wall?
Finally, he opened his eyes, and what met his gaze was a pattern intertwined with shades of brown and pale yellow, looping endlessly to form a continually extending picture, with light-colored curtains falling from the corners of its extension.
Wait a minute...
