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Where am I?
Disoriented, Adam tried to turn and take in his surroundings, but he wasn’t certain where he was. Not where he found himself in a geographic sense, but where he—whatever made him uniquely him—was. Adam wasn’t in his own body. In someone else’s? But he didn’t have a sense of seeing through someone else’s eyes, either; he just saw.
What did he see? It was dark, but not a void. He waited patiently for features to reveal themselves. Was he inside or outside? Both. Or neither. He smelled earth, damp stone and decomposition, and the lonely history of the world. He was drawn toward a charcoal grayness that was a cousin to light, and toward a small figure huddled within it. There was something else, something he recoiled from as he passed, but he couldn’t stop. He was pulled to so
