Noah felt the wetness of granite on his face; he slowly opened his sedative impaired indolent eyes, darkness around him was inducing illusions in his awakening mind, he saw ox headed humans standing, below them a dozen genuflected people covered their faces with black wrap. The horns were prominent from their head, the men with ox mask; it was terrible to see in that darkness, when one open their eyes, after a long interval.
“Stand up buddy,” that was familiar voice, that was David the giant slayer.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“We are not going to do anything, my dear, you are our Queen’s most awaited guest, and she wants to attend to you personally”.
There was muffled laughter in the background which suddenly stopped.
“Do I know you?” Noah said to the unfamiliar voice, the mask
