At this time, while his body recovered on its own, Garan's mind entered a territory that it hadn't untouched for a long, long, time—more than two decades, in fact.
It had been lying dormant in him as if it had settled peacefully in a secure box that suddenly opened up, exploding in his mind.
It started with the image of white, an endless expanse of white. He could feel himself moving through it. Although it was a memory, he could almost feel the cool, comforting mist that touched his skin.
Then he continued walking forward, upwards, until the white—clouds, he realized—parted ways, revealing a magnificent sight above it.
A village, carved into the mountain itself, stretched out before him. Lush greenery blanketed the slopes, and the winding roads threaded between the unique marble buildings like organized sets of ribbons.
Garan remembered the way his eyes widened, stunned by the beauty of it all.
