New Beginning 670

The walls in this room are white. So is the floor. I'm sitting in a corner and somewhere floating on the air is . . . gentle chanting? There's no door to this room, and the ceiling has been magicked into a semi-cloudy sky. Whoever worked this magic is powerful. For a moment, the heat from that new ray of sunshine feels real. A light sweat even breaks out on my forehead.

I try to stand up, but my legs refuse to move. Same with my arms. They hug my torso all too tightly. Why wasn't I aware of this