Her voice is crystal-clear and perfectly pitched. It sounds like the melodic tinkle of a crystal glass falling on the floor. Though I can see she doesn't think so. She shrunk slightly into her soulders at the sound of her voice.

"Um, do you know where we are? I- I'm Alari."

Ah, what a sweet sound, that voice. And what a nice name to accompany it. Very, um, naturey. She asked us a question. We should answer. How? Maybe we should say our name? Yes, right. Ophelia.

"Hello Alari. I am... Ophelia."

I like the taste of her name. It tastes like sweet honey and the bitter iron of blood at the same time. I smile involuntarily. You still haven't answered her question. Why am I standing up? I didn't realize I stood up. Well, whatever. Okay, question. Question, question, question. Quest. Tchion. Focus. Okay. Answer is no. Say it properly.

"I do not know where we are. I only know we are surrounded in black."

Yes, only black. Everywhere but Alari. Dark, dark, dark in this strange strange world. Maybe I should smile more. Alari looks confused.