Truly, you hadn’t known any better. Roaming the ruins of an old temple. Fingers tracing over the engraved scriptures, awing at the raw beauty of the monument.

You had lost track of time, lost thought of communication. A faint glow pulling you deeper and deeper into the ruins. Like a siren’s song. Perhaps the simile a little too accurate for liking..

The deeper you grew, the more hazed and thoughtless your mind grew. Only one concept in mind; find the the source.