The colorful paintings re-entered the mage's sight; this was no longer the red world of Bator Hell, nor the black-and-white space of the Grey Ruins. Perhaps it was the long absence of those lovely colors, Lynch felt the azure sky and the green grass were extraordinarily vivid, while the rocks and red flowers failed to capture his attention. The sun's warmth on his body felt so harmonious.
Lynch could not yet be sure where he was, only when the stars came out at night would he be able to know his exact location. Still, he felt very fortunate, at least he hadn't ended up in the middle of some desert. It felt great to be surrounded by life, giving Lynch the illusion of being reborn.
