The lack of the wind was the first sensation that greeted me. The smell of rot and decay came second, beckoning me to awake. "How long have I slept?" I open my eyelids only to be greeted by darkness. "Where am I?" Palms outstretched I search for a boundary on the cold stone that I lay upon. Finding an edge I sit upright and hear a gentle tinkling. A small weight hangs from my neck. "What kind of amulet is this?" I search the simple chain around my neck a small sphere becomes apparent in the middle. It returns a most familiar and welcome feeling; I clasp it firmly with both hands. I meditate on the warmth. Thoughts of home come to me: The hot sun, the warm sand, the soothing breeze. Time passes slowly as my hands grow warmer. Seconds turn into minutes, nearly half an hour passes but I maintain focus. My hands begin to feel hot, although it is not painful. "Very soon" I whisper to myself.
I inhale deeply. A burning sensation begins to take hold in my palms. I open my hands and exhale, casting combustion. A brief flash momentarily illuminates the entire room fading to a small orange glow from the two small flames in my hands. For the first time I am able to see the room around me. Flat stone walls block every direction except one. A long corridor looms ahead barely illuminated by the flames. I lower myself to the ground and head towards the entrance as a feeling of dread grips me. The realization of what I had been laying on sinks in. I turn and run toward the entrance destined for the unknown; I cannot stay here.