A body sat amongst floating geometrical shapes, staring at the sky made of dark jade and navy hues. Their skin, pale, lined with markings both archaic and technological in nature, blue ether radiating through its surface. The mane upon its head, chestnut in color and soft, airy in texture, like smooth silk. It awakened in a weird land, naked and unsure of its origin. 

        An entity was apparent through their senses, faint but pulsating with an aura. Getting up, they walked around an almost seamless void. They felt as though they were falling constantly as they step on liquids made of magnetic metals. This being felt that resonating aura again, their chest tightening and senses bothered by the presence of this apparition. The sentient humanoid's eyes widened, a green bubbling well of energy started emerging behind them. They whip their head around to find a faint outline of a bird-like mask hidden beneath the molten mercurial swell. The source screeches in their ear and immediately jumps out of the ferritic ground, grasping with claws, his temples and clenching his jawline as if it is in a panic. Their eyes pierce through the man's with gazing, greenish-white irises, illuminating the surface of his face. The source of this stirring aura was mechanical, android in aesthetic, yet clunky. Their face perceived like an owl and opened up into a horrifying maw. The darkened tendons connecting the surface plates acted as hinges, revealing a green, gradient gullet webbing out and reaching each piece. Steam crept out of them and screamed as the vision fades with but a whisper, the liquid metal bubbles, dropping.

        The man wakes from the terror, sitting up rather weakly. Blue, glowing liquid flows from his left eye, onto the jagged rocks beside him. The rocks beneath him, splattered with that same glowing river of assumed blood. He is damaged severely. As he slowly rises from the rocks of a cavern entrance, he gently leans on the wall. It is filled to the top with blue flowers glowing fruitfully in his midst. Uneven rock and mineral formations align themselves all around the encompassing area.

        As the cyan streams quickly evaporate like a cooling mist, a bird is seen flying above him. Not just any bird, a skeletal mockery of one, cawwing as he persists in staring at it. Comprised only of bone and tattered feathers eerily keeping it airborne, it does little to frighten him. In his mind there are no recorded memories of fauna, flora, language, heritage, or civilization. This makes him feel very unusual, like something important is missing within his mind. 

        The man's pulsing markings glow in abundance of fluorescent light blue, like the liquid dripping from his eye and mouth. It runs down his body like a streaming brooke winding through rocks. His eyes shine all the same and glisten in the darkened landscape. He remembers a small spark of information. The dark clouds roll in as he recollects his thoughts. He replays a memory of an unknown amount of time earlier recorded. It has been some time since then, but not too long as the storm is still available.

        As he replays the memory, his mind fades into a dark, encroaching transition. His eyes see himself trampling, running desperately. He hears himself heavily heaving, looking behind him. There's a storm chasing him. The clouds are bustling among the wavering, golden landscape of fungi as it tears through them. The lightning is green and striking the ground, wind razing through snippets of the grass as he sprints toward anything he can find as a shelter. The acidic rainfall trickled and sizzled upon his body but only tickled him. He could only begin to wonder what it would be like in large quantities and he did not want to find out. He found himself tripping onto an incline and sliding toward a near-death drop, right at the edge of a cliff. He saw what looked to be islands, floating above a slightly lit abyss below, filled with wavering clouds and pilfering springs of hot peaks of steam. Beneath the islands were large clusters of light blue crystals, resonating with an energy that created a central gravitational pull, lifting such a heavy mass it is attached to. The chasm was forgivingly bright for what is shown beneath a storm. Perhaps there is a light source down there, or it's a reflection of the ball of light he saw in the sky from before, refracting through the object he is on. There was no time to admire such beauty, however. 

        As the storm approached, it rippled through his hair and he braced for the impact. He peeked out through his arms and saw an opening, it was far but he was planning to jump across before the next tide of wind swept through. He gained a running start, breathed out his last subtle breath, and opened his eyes, rapidly running toward the edge. Gaining speed, he slid right before it and gained power to jump through his legs, making him go higher than usual. This trajectory was flawed. He fell back as the islands moved from storms constantly and it threw his aim off causing him to slam into a rock. 

        In the present-tense, looking back at the splatter of blue, misty evaporating liquid, or what was left, he logged these notes after the precursed reel ceased. He will now remember this traversal problem in his mind. He feels around his back, closing his eyes. A large gash is present, stretching from between his shoulders from the left and ending close to his right shoulder beside his neck. Flesh and muscle were almost completely nominal, no repair required and self repair was already commenced as it said through his eye's lens. Sadly, only one eye worked. The other one was constantly flickering, sometimes showing scattered visual artifacts nothing could explain. A source of static left behind from his plummet to the surface. Neural satas were dislocated, disconnecting power to a... 'generator'... and the... 'apparatus?' where has he learned these words before... He looked into some of the words in a codex that was readily available within the lens of his iris. His mind must be working enough for connection to some source for information. The letters were readable but they looked a lot like tallies. Some were long and others were short. There wasn't any data on the language itself but he was still able to recognize what they meant. He started to understand more of it. 'Apparatus' made sense... but 'generator' didn't. Was it one of his organs? He thought about looking up some information about body anatomy but his mind immediately remembered his injuries and the need to repair. He went in search of a village and slightly limped on his left leg, holding his left arm as he traveled down a nicely paved dirt road. He wonders if any of the villagers could assist him with his plight.