Death and decay. The smell was the first thing Florian noticed when he came to. He slowly tried opening his eyes, callings of birds echoing in his head. When he finally managed to open his eyes he could make out dark silhouettes circling above him in the sky and realized he was lying on his back. Where was he? Countless images suddenly overwhelmed his mind and he let out a horrifying scream when he was simultaneously struck by excruciating pain. Out of reflex, he pressed his fingers into his skull to ease his suffering, almost piercing the skin in the process. Images of raging fires and the howling of people flashed before his eyes. Then it stopped. The pain disappeared instantly and Florian couldn’t help but feel confused.  What was that? And then it hit him, who was he?  He looked into his mind’s eye but found nothing. Absolutely nothing.