Bright sunlight seeps through your closed eyelids. You rub your face, hardly taking a couple of steps from the wall on which your back was leaning, tearing your legs away from the weeds that have enveloped you in their tenacious grip. Opening your eyes, you looked around incomprehensibly.

You are in the ruins of some large building, and from the place where there once was a roof, bright sunlight blinds you. The white stone walls are surrounded by bright greenery, swaying rhythmically in the light wind.