Blink.
Dorian found himself at the heart of a vast garden, the emerald grass a velvet cushion beneath him.
Around him, the bushes swayed in a silent, mournful dance, responding to an unseen wind.
The morning sun, usually a source of warmth, now felt like a cold, unfeeling spotlight, harshly illuminating the brilliant light construct against the melancholic green.
He scanned his surroundings, a strange blend of curiosity and terror gripping him.
Why was he here?
A void echoed in his mind, a terrifying emptiness where memories should have been. He couldn't recall who he was or how this sudden displacement had occurred.
Then, a sudden chorus erupted from behind him. "Lord Dorian! My Lord! Master!"
He whirled around, his heart pounding, to find three women, breathtakingly beautiful, standing a short distance away.
One, with hair like spun gold, smiled wistfully, a blue fan slowly concealing her lower face, drawing attention to her ethereal blue dress.
