The darkness danced around a small blue lynx. An uneasy feeling resonated inside of her. It was an echo of a familiar warmth, but nothing more. And as quickly as it arrived, it disappeared. A gentle voice met its ears.

"...Wake up… Wake up… Lunar."

With effort, the lynx opened its eyes.

Lunar laid amongst a large field of glowing flowers. If it were not for their blue light bouncing off the stone walls, you would assume that they went on forever.

As she sat up her paw accidentally brushed a flower. "Oops, sorry," she said automatically.

"It's okay."

"You can talk?"

"Why would you bother apologising to something you assume can't?"

"What's your name?"

"....."

"Okay, then. Keep your secrets," Lunar pouted.

"...What's the last thing you remember?"

"Remember…?" She looked ahead past the talking flower, hoping that something out there could offer her assistance. But her search for an answer was only met with more empty silence.

"A voice. Your voice! Telling me to wake up," she answered proudly.

"Hmm…"

The flower was careful with its reply. It decided to pass this situation to someone wiser, or perhaps just someone whom it trusted deeply.

"You should consult the Great Tree."