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The world, as I awoke to it, was awash in a vast array of blues and violets. I was moving slightly, rocking ever so gently back and forth...or was it that the world was instead moving me? Noise, such as it was, was muted to the point of simply becoming white noise, soothing and unimportant. My body was heavy, and I was unable to move so much as a finger, but at the same time was effortlessly light, and for the first time I knew the meaning of weightless suspension.

Underwater, then. That much I understood. No other place could be so peaceful and calming, embraced in a saline environment where I was protected, much as a baby in it's mother's womb. I was, however, breathing normally, and could see quite clearly without the sting of salt on my eyes. How long had I been asleep? When was that point where it no longer mattered if I breathed my life-giving oxygen or simply absorbed it from the enviornment around me?

I remembered light from before; blinding, piercing, aching white light directly in my eyes. Shadows above me, talking in foreign tongues, and sharp instrumens that these shadows held which poked and prodded at me. Unable to voice my pain or flinch away, I'd merely endured until the light had faded into darkness, before the darkness had become the blue-violet of blended water and sky. I was still tired, but curiosity over my world and my newly-acquired power won over me.