There’s a pressure holding my chin. “That’s unusual.” a deep and somehow accentless voice remarks. I open my eyes in surprise, only to find a dark haired woman staring back at me. I let out a small gasp and lift my head out of her grasp.
Stupidly, all I can manage is “What?”.
The same voice comes from the mysterious woman’s mouth, not that there’s anything womanly about it “You made the mark but you had no reason to do so.” I can barely muster the focus to clearly hear what she said as I begin to stand. I don’t know what she could mean by ‘mark’, I have made no mark anywhere that I can immediately recall. My mind is drawn away from what she said however, as I notice the room that I’m in has no discernable end in any direction. Instinctually I try to assign a color to the floor, but my mind recoils from the attempt, I can’t come up with a name for the color of the floor. My most immediate go-to is white, but it’s almost certainly not white, though I can’t say definitively that it isn’t white.