Alvador found himself standing quite suddenly in a room of such intense darkness that he could not see his hands in front of him. He was bewildered, for he could not recall how he had arrived there. Then, in the distance, he spotted a faint glimmer of light. It was green, and of such saturation as he had never seen before. He did not know whether it was safe or not, but he knew somehow for certain that it was alive. Moreover, it was the only other living thing there. He approached it, but without being able to see the ground in front of him he was unsure of whether he was really moving. The light slowly grew, and and he broke into a run. The air began to feel like water, and at first he felt slowed down, but then the light began to grow with such velocity that it left him stunned. The light enveloped him in a flash, and all around him were trees the size of tall buildings and leaves the width of his armspan. He looked to the right, and it seemed that he was atop a hill or part of the way up a mountain. When he looked out, all he saw was a vast expanse of plant life.<br/><br/>There came an abrupt pressure in the back of his head and he winced, but before he could raise a hand to touch it he felt a hard pulse and everything went black. Having lost consciousness, he fell from the great roots where he had perched and tumbled a ways down the hill until he came to rest between the vines.<br/><br/>When he awoke again, Alvador was lying nearly naked on his back in another dark place. He could feel a soft sheet over him and something wrapped about his waist, and he was lying on a bed of wool. At first, he wasn't sure he had opened his eyes because the shelter he was in was pitch black. Terrified and confused, he sat stock-still in the shadows and tried to remember where he was; or who he was, for that matter. He couldn't remember anything at all. But as his vision adjusted, he was able to make out the boundaries of the little room. Some faint light filtered through tiny cracks in the ceiling, but it was just enough. Slowly he sat up and looked around. He tried to speak, but it was almost as though he'd forgotten how. Perplexed, he cleared his throat and tried again.<br/><br/>"Er... Hello?" His own voice in the silence hurt his ears. Nobody responded. Figuring he couldn't be completely alone because somebody had to have brought him there, Alvador rose carefully from the bed and tried to remember how to walk. Was he always so clumsy? He could not recall that, either. Cold air settled on his skin as he moved across the room, looking for a door. He found one, and upon opening it he found himself in a long hallway. This area was lighter due to a couple of small, slim windows on the wall to his left. Curious, he went to one of the windows and looked out. Upon seeing the trees, he suddenly remembered that he'd had a nightmare, but he didn't remember what it was about or what had happened before that. How frustrating.<br/><br/>Alvador continued down the hallway and opened another door. This room was dark like his room had been, but the moonlight from the windows in the hall dimly illuminated it. There was yet another door on the other side of this room. He headed toward it, wondering all the while whether or not he was still dreaming. When he opened it, a gust of cool air met him and he shivered. There were other buildings like his scattered upon the hill, and corners were lit by fire in strange glass bottles. He looked up and saw the moon waning high up in the sky. It was close to midnight. How did he know that? He started to think he'd hit just his head and hoped that this problem would go away soon.<br/><br/>"Is anybody there?" He called out, looking for some other sign of life to prove he was not dreaming.