Opening his eyes, he had trouble breathing, just the same as when you wake up sweating after a very bad dream.

Taking a moment to calm himself, trying to distinguish anything, anything at all.

The room was dark, making observation rather hard. The floor on which he was laying was cold and rather sticky.

Sitting made his head hurt, like a small hangover after a party. The room was silent, making talking to himself quite easy....and quite strange at the same time.

"Where am I ? How did I end up here? And where is ‘here’? I don't even remember my freaking name!".

His voice echoed, making the man realise the room was far larger than he thought it was.

As the sound of his voice disappeared, another sound resonated, like a crystal bell. And as this little sound came to his ears he saw in front of him, 5 or maybe 10 metres away from him, standing at the top of a flight of stairs, a crystal starting to glow.

"hmm.....I can't put my finger on it, but it reminds me of something."

The crystal, looking a lot like the ones you can see a lot in fantasy RPG, was levitating, several centimetres from the ground, glowing with a soft golden light.

Standing on his feet, the man took a step forward and couldn’t help but notice that the stickiness he felt under his hands, was spreading under his feet (why the hell was his feet bare?) even as he moved forward, he couldn't know what it was for sure, still in the shadows as he was, the light from the crystal not strong enough to see where he was.... or what he was stepping into.

His eyes were focused on the crystal, each step forward making the sound of the bell more present.

In his head, he remembered some words, like they were whispered in his ears.

"Look for a crystal.....it might help you...."

As he stood at the bottom of the stairs, he took a moment to look around.

Behind him, shadows were everywhere, however, he couldn't help himself, squinting his eyes, he thought he could distinguish a form, but it couldn't be something else than a statue or some kind of monument, the size made it impossible to be something alive.

The sound of the crystal got his attention back and he started to climb the stairs one by one. Each step he was taking, the bell sound was getting louder, as if the crystal was reacting to his presence, but it was impossible to be sure.

"It's just a big rock......a big shiny rock making a bell sound.....how the hell is it supposed to help me?"

Standing in front of the shining stone, he hesitated. Reaching out, he touched the crystal with the tip of his finger... and then his eyes rolled back has he remembered everything.