The Grand Councilor takes you by the hand and leads you down the velvet red spiral of stairs, down from your home into a strange place, a strange land.
It's not what you were expecting, despite the rumors, and you want to run, you want to return home.
This place isn't like your home at all; assemblies of faces you don't remember look down at you, though you came from higher then the sky.
The sky. All you can remember is sky; everything now is cloudy, fogs of fresh experience woven with mists of forgotten memories.
The lights are bright here; not the brightest you've seen, but of course your eyes are different now: to them, the light is only pain.
And voices. The air--so cold, who knew there existed such a cold?--is filled with voices you cannot name, names if you knew you could not speak.Help! you want to cry, but all you utter is a helpless sound; a child's sob, a nervous, fearful disaster of emotion.
Where is your father? He would know what to do.
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